BLAINE
Charmane steps out of the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel. The memory of her lips hugged around my cock makes me ache for more. I know with unabashed certainty that I will never tire of this woman. In fact, I don’t think there are enough days in this lifetime to cherish her body in every way I want to.
“I almost don’t want to be rescued tomorrow,” she says with that cunning smile that makes my dick the rest of the way hard. Her towel drops to the floor, revealing every inch of her beautiful curvy body.
“God you’re stunning,” I say in a throaty whisper. I meant what I said to her earlier. I love her. I think I have since the first night I laid eyes on her.
She struts toward the bed, kneeling on the edge. “You probably say that to all the girls.”
A surge of anger shoots through my chest. I’ve earned the reputation, but dammit, what will it take to convince her that I’m not that guy anymore? That she is the only one? “Charmane, there are no other girls. There never will be again.”
She tosses away the sheet that was not so subtly hiding my erection under its tent and straddles me. “Say those words again,” she pleads in a sultry tone as she lines her hips above mine.
“Which ones?” I growl. “That you are the only one I want? Or that I love you?”
She sinks onto my cock with agonizing leisure, pumping her body slowly up and down with each inch. She leans forward, dangling her bountiful tits in my face. I cup them both, bringing a hard nipple to my lips as she controls the motion between us.
I resist the urge to shackle her hips, incredibly turned on by the way she grinds herself against me after each thrust. The only thing sexier than dominating her is watching her take control of me. I wish I’d given into the urge to buy that ring. The one that nagged at me all summer. The second the weather clears, I’m flying to Anchorage to pick out the best one I can find.
Charmane is going to be my wife. The sooner, the better.
“Fuck, Blaine,” she moans, picking up her speed.
Hands on her hips, I help to quicken the urgent pace. Our bodies slap together. Her tits bounce. Her moans fill the cabin. We take each other to our favorite paradise, exploding in pleasure that damn near kills us both.
* * *
The faint roar of a diesel engine stirs me from an otherwise sound sleep. Charmane is tucked into my arms, her chest to my back. We’re both still naked from the night’s festivities. I think we skipped dinner, but Harvey never came knocking. I hope that’s his way of giving his blessing. The privacy he’s bestowed on us.
“Hey,” I whisper, kissing Charmane’s temple.
She wriggles her ass against my hard length, causing me to groan. “Ready for more?”
Though I’d love nothing more than to spend days—weeks even—in bed with Charmane in this remote mountain cabin, our time here is up. “I think they made it up the mountain.” Seconds after my words are out, a loud pounding at the door stops us both.
“You kids better get up,” Harvey hollers through the door. “You’ve been rescued.”
I turn Charmane in my arms, sinking my lips onto hers. The sensual kiss a promise that this is not where everything ends. It’s only the beginning. “I love you,” I say again, undeterred by her unwillingness to admit her feelings back to me. I can feel her love in the way she surrenders to me. I can see it deep in her eyes.
“Blaine—”
“C’mon. We better get clothes on before our rescue team barges in.”
We quickly get dressed and gather our things, but with each passing second, I feel the tension rising in the cabin. An uneasy shift. I block Charmane’s escape at the door, hoping to steal one more kiss before the rest of the day turns to chaos.
“It’s over,” she says, steel in her hazel eyes now. “Remember, no bragging to your buddies about your sexual conquests. What happens in the cabin—”
I fly out the door, not letting her finish her stupid sentence. Anger surges through me at her words. After everything that’s happened these past couple of days and my confessions of love, how can she possibly think I was bullshitting her?
“Blaine!” Charmane calls after me, but I march down the path until I see a pair of trucks, ignoring her plea. Both Theron and Jensen are standing in front of them, talking to Harvey. They wave when they see us. “Blaine, wait,” Charmane says with such firmness it turns everyone’s heads.
“Decide who you’re going to ride with,” I practically bark at her. Her eyes briefly widen in shock before they narrow into familiar daggers. One step erases the gap between us. “I meant everything I said, Charmane. Every damn word.”