Snowed in with the Mountain Man (Log Cabin Christmas)

Chapter 6

6

CAITLYN

I ’d never done anything this exciting. Not in my entire life. Not only was I touching myself while sitting naked on a bench inside a hot tub with a man I’d just met, but I’d told him straight out that he turned me on.

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked.

“My hand’s on my cock,” he said. “I’m not moving it much, though.”

I tilted my head slightly. “Why’s that?”

I knew why. I wanted to hear him say the words, though.

“I could probably come in less than a minute,” he said. “I don’t want to do that.”

I looked down at the water. “Yeah, that would be messy.”

I kept making lighthearted comments at the wrong time. It was a nervous habit. But right now, I shouldn’t be trying to lessen the tension. In fact, I should be working to increase it.

“It’s not that, sugar,” he said. “When I come, I want to come inside you.”

Oh, God. My heart skipped a beat when he called me sugar. But the second part of that statement sent a fresh wave of electricity straight to the area I was touching. I began moving my finger faster, my eyes slamming shut as the sensations intensified. He wanted to come inside me. That thought alone could send me over the edge.

I knew without a doubt that this was the man I was going to lose my virginity to. This was the man. The only man for me. I just hoped he’d feel the same by the time the snow melted off the roads.

“Come for me, Caitlyn,” he said.

My eyes were still closed and I pictured him touching himself, stroking as his body moved closer and closer to release. And that was all it took. My orgasm slammed into me, taking my breath and leaving me shaking all over.

A whimper escaped. I wasn’t even sure I’d been the one to make that noise. When my body gradually came down, though, I was all too aware the noise had come from me, along with a couple of other sighs and gasps.

My head was tilted back, my eyes closed. Slowly, I opened them and lowered my head to look at the man who’d watched me have my first orgasm.

Should I feel shy about it? Embarrassed even? I’d let myself go completely. It was the most intimate thing someone could witness. But I didn’t feel shy at all. In fact, it made me feel more connected to him.

As our eyes met again, I realized I felt completely safe in this man’s hands. I could let my guard down. I could be myself.

“Your turn,” I said, letting my mouth spread into a slow smile.

“Come over here.”

That gruffness in his tone got me every time. I just had an orgasm, and I was already feeling warm and tingly inside again. Maybe that’s how it would be with him. I’d never get enough.

I pushed away from the wall and squat-walked my way across the hot tub toward him. I expected to encounter his feet and legs as I got closer, but that didn’t happen.

I realized when my foot brushed across his thigh that he had his legs spread, waiting for me to move in between them. He pulled me closer, the heat in his stare melting me like butter.

I moved toward him as his hands roamed my back. When our mouths met, his tongue slid between my lips, probing my mouth and making me moan.

I forgot he wasn’t completely naked until I moved in closer and felt his underwear brush my thighs. I moved my hands upward, sliding over the fabric before finally reaching his muscled leg.

When my hand slipped around his erection, I moaned again. He was big and hard as steel. And the idea that I’d done that to him thrilled me beyond belief.

This guy wanted me. Of all the women in the world, I turned him on. I just hoped I wouldn’t disappoint him with my inexperience.

He abruptly broke the kiss and removed my hand from his shaft. “We’re going to have to go slower on that, babe,” he said.

I smiled, then grabbed fistfuls of the fabric and pulled his boxer briefs toward me. I got them all the way to his knees, and he took it from there, stepping out of them and letting them go.

And then we came together again—our mouths and our bodies. This time, my arms settled around his shoulders, his erection pressing against my belly. I still wanted to touch him, though, so I moved against him enticingly.

What could I say? I got a thrill out of turning him on. I wanted to do whatever it took to put that look on his face, and I wanted to do it every day for the rest of my life.

“Mmm,” he moaned against my lips mid-kiss. Then he pulled back and said, “Do me a favor. Stand up.”

It was a strange request—one I definitely hadn’t expected. But I trusted him, so I did what he said. I pushed myself to my feet, the water falling away and baring every naked inch of me.

I held my breath, waiting for his response. Would disappointment flash in his eyes? Maybe he’d expected something better.

But the heat in his eyes intensified. His jaw was clenched like he was holding in something. And then he gestured for me to come closer, this time putting a hand on either side of my thigh and maneuvering me until I was straddling him, my pussy poised above his erection.

“This might be a little weird with the water,” he said. “I’ll go slow.”

I nodded and put a hand on either side of him on the ledge of the tub. He was seated on the bench that ran around the tub just as I’d been. As his tip parted my folds, I held eye contact. The way he looked at me strengthened me.

I could do this. It might be painful, but we’d push past it together.

The pain started just a couple of inches in—sharp and stabbing, shooting through my entire body. I gripped the ledge and closed my eyes, telling myself it would be over soon enough and then I’d no longer be a virgin.

I was so lost in thought, it caught me off guard when I felt Jake’s tongue circle my nipples. First one, then the other. At the same time, he moved his hand between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb. I kept my eyes closed and let him control the movements. I was in a weird position, so I couldn’t do anything but hold myself in place and let him slide in and out.

He didn’t go far, but gradually, I loosened up and I managed to wiggle my way down a little, letting him know he could go deeper. When he moaned, I felt it throughout my body.

Soon I became aware that I could actually have another orgasm. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible, not with the pain, but the pain was gradually dwindling—or maybe the pleasure was so intense, it drowned it out.

Was he watching me? I didn’t dare open my eyes to look. Maybe he was admiring the way I bit my lip and my chest rose and fell with each deep breath I took. Was he staring at my breasts, impressed by how generous they were? Was he thinking about the fact that we were out here on his back patio, snow-covered ground all around us, but we weren’t feeling the cold? We weren’t feeling anything but this intense desire for each other.

I felt it build minutes before the waves crashed over me again. I gripped the ledge even tighter than before and threw my head back, crying out with no regard whatsoever to our surroundings. I didn’t care if the world overheard right now. It just felt… So. Damn. Good.

Midway through my orgasm, some part of me became aware that Jake’s grip on my left lip had tightened. He let out an “Oh!” so loud, it echoed in the chilly quiet that surrounded us. He was coming too, filling me with his seed.

It was as my head lowered and I finally caught my breath that it hit me. For the first time in my life, I could see myself as a mom. Not in ten or twenty years, but soon. Very soon.

“Don’t leave,” Jake said.

My eyes popped open at those two words, and I stared down at him, puzzling over his words. Did he mean the hot tub or the house or his life?

“I can’t,” I said. “The roads are too slick, remember?”

There I went again, lightening the mood. Was that my way of protecting myself? Yes, it was. And it meant I wasn’t completely letting my guard down.

I wanted to let my guard down with Jake. I had to do it if I hoped to move forward with him.

“I don’t want to leave,” I said. “I want to stay here in Rosewood Ridge. With you.”

“Not just in Rosewood Ridge, but this cabin,” he said. “If you’re ready, that is. Now that I’ve found you, I don’t want to spend a day of my life without you.”

His eyes were wide, his expression filled with warmth. I’d never seen this side of him, and it made me fall a little more in love with him.

I was in love with him?

Yes, I was in love with him.

I wouldn’t tell him that yet. No, that could wait for later. But looking at him now, I knew without a doubt that relocating to Rosewood Ridge would be the best move of my life. It was the only move that made sense.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I could stay with my grammy for a while and we could date."

He shrugged. "If that makes you more comfortable. I don’t need to date you to know, though. I already know you’re the only woman for me."

There was no way I could hold back the smile that spread across my face. Yes, he felt the same. I’d have to do something about my job. Maybe I could talk them into letting me work from here. If not, I could find something else.

Jobs were everywhere. A connection like this was once in a lifetime.