He laughed. “Have I ruined your reputation?”

  “Absolutely,” she answered. “I’ll never be able to play ice queen again.”

  “You more or less blew that yourself six years ago.”

  She pushed away from him and stared into his face. “You didn’t tell anyone, did you?”

  “Of course, not. If I had enough scruples not to take advantage of you, I sure as hell wasn’t going to brag to my buddies.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Besides, they all would have called me an idiot for not taking you up on your offer.”

  She could only stare at him. “They would?”

  “No. Well, maybe some of them. You shouldn’t take things so literally.”

  “How do I know how to take things?” she said. “I have no idea how men work.”

  “Beg to differ with you there,” he said as he flexed his hips, pressing his erection into her flesh. “You know how I’m put together.”

  “I’m learning. What do you feel like doing with that thing?”

  “Putting it inside you,” he said. “I’ll let you flesh out the details.”

  “As it were.”

  “As it were,” he repeated. “You decide.”

  “Well . . .”

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “Come on. No more shyness. We’ve gotten past that.”

  They had, indeed. She’d allowed him to give her the most intimate caress, and she’d not only survived it, she fairly glowed with joy and satisfaction.

  Suddenly, a delicious image sprang, full-blown, into her imagination. Ethan lying on his back in front of the fire while she slowly impaled himself on his cock.

  “I have it, but you’d better throw on a few more logs, first.”

  “That’s quite a gleam in your eye.”

  “You’ll enjoy it. I promise.”

  “Okay. Don’t move from this spot.” He sat up and moved the wire mesh screen away from the fire so that he could add more fuel. He needn’t have worried that she’d leave him for even a second. She had the sexiest and best lover in the world. Where was she going to go?

  After a bit, the added logs caught. A good thing, as the fire had dimmed and the room had become quite dark, and she wouldn’t miss seeing what would happen next for all the tea in China. Now, she could watch his face as she sank onto him—see his eyes go unfocused and then close with delight. She’d catch every nuance of expression as his orgasm hit.

  He turned back to her and lifted an eyebrow in question.

  “Me on top,” she said.

  IF HE LIVED to be a hundred, Ethan would never get the image of Laura by firelight out of his mind. The flames gave her skin a warm glow as she parted the lips of her pussy and guided the tip of his member between them. Holding her hips, he helped her to go slowly so that he could watch her take him inch by inch. When she’d finished, their pelvises meeting, she let out a long, low breath and tipped her head back, her lips parted in an expression of pure bliss.

  What a privilege to be able to do this for her. She honored him more than he deserved, but he’d accept anything she’d give him. He was only a man, after all, and when a goddess like her offered, you took.

  “Warm enough up there?” he asked.

  “Heat rises.”

  “It certainly does.”

  She groaned in a particularly delightful way. “You must have some kind of magic. I can’t get enough.”

  “Take as much as you want. I’ll make more.”

  “I believe you.” Leaning forward, she placed her palms on his ribs and used the leverage to lift her hips up and then slide down to meet him again. The muscles inside her gripped him as she did, and he clenched his teeth to try to get some control. He absolutely would make this encounter last for as long as humanly possible.

  “Did you get bigger?” she asked.

  “I don’t see how.”

  “Maybe it’s the position.” She repeated the up-and-down motions. “Oh God, yes.”

  Oh, baby. If she stroked his ego any harder, he wouldn’t be able to get it through a doorway. She’d never been the type to flatter. If he could give her such intense pleasure, he must be doing something right. He’d do it over and over again for as long as she’d let him.

  The realization changed things. He wasn’t going to let her go when the plows came through. He couldn’t say now where the two of them were headed, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to figure it out with her riding his cock. They had some kind of future together, though. No one in his right mind gave up on a woman like this.

  No, he’d have her again after they left here. Thank God for snowstorms and hybrids that ran off the road. Thank God for Jeff and this cabin. If anything different had happened, Laura Barber would be nothing more than a seduction that hadn’t taken place six years earlier.

  “Ethan?” she said.

  “Yeah, baby.”

  “Does this feel as good to you?” she asked as she moved with a steady rhythm now, wiggling and squeezing him.

  “It feels like heaven.”

  “I’m going to come again.”

  “You bet you are,” he said. “I’m going to make sure you do.”

  “Make it last a long time.”

  “As long as I can.”

  “Good.” She sat straight up now, and he took over thrusting. Still holding her hips, he pushed up into her in the same tempo she’d set. His control began a slow unraveling, but he needed to do this to make her happy.

  It seemed to work because she cooed her approval and put her hands over her breasts to massage them.

  Damn, what a vision she made. Her hair, which she normally kept tied at the nape of her neck, floated around her face, catching rays from the fire that turned the strands into different hues of gold and brown. Her beautiful, small breasts curved under the pressure of her hands, and the tips peeked out from between her fingers. And down below, her juices ran freely, sparkling droplets in the curls that covered her pussy. She was a goddess, all right, of love and lust and everything sensual. No man, other than he, would ever see her like this again.

  “It’s happening again,” she cried.

  “Let it come, baby.”

  Her orgasm would end him. He’d felt her contractions before and knew their power. When she finished, so would he. He could have her again tomorrow and beyond for as long as they continued to rock each other’s worlds. He’d feel her come around his cock dozens, maybe hundreds of times, and each one would be as perfect as this would be.

  By now, she moaned or whimpered on every passage of his cock, and he moved faster, driven by his need. Neither of them could wait any longer. Before he lost his head completely, he moved one of his hands to the place where he entered her and found her clit. As hard as it was when he’d taken it into his mouth. She was, indeed, close to the edge.

  He massaged the little bud, rolling it and flicking his thumb against the tip. In response, she shuddered violently. Using his other hand, he kept her with him as his own movements became more out of control. He’d lost the option for gentleness long ago, and now he could only plow into her as the tension wound inside him.

  “Yes!” she cried. “Oh yes, don’t stop.”

  “Never.”

  She came, strong contractions coming one after another. The power of it shook him, sending his response into a new universe of arousal. His own orgasm started at the base of his spine and shot outward to every inch of his body. His sac tightened and sent a wave of liquid heat through him, finally shooting out of his cock and deep inside her. Even she must have felt it enter her. Then and then and then.

  He shouted, his voice joining hers, as they climaxed together. In such perfect unison, such a miracle, such a joy. Even when it ended, the magic remained, spun all around them. She seemed to float down onto his chest even as her sex continued to grip him softly, a reminder of what she’d just given him.

  He kissed the top of her head and stroked her shoulder, pulling a sigh from her as their heartbeats went back to normal.

  He wasn’t giving this woman up. As stubborn as she could be, he’d have to find some way to convince her. They had more days ahead of them than a few. That part was no longer open to negotiation.

  Chapter Five

  FUNNY THING ABOUT inhibitions. Once one fell, they all tumbled over like dominoes. But they left a residue of naughtiness powerful enough to create a more or less permanent state of sexual excitement. Luckily, Laura had the ultimate sex toy in Ethan Gould, and he’d given her permission to do anything with him that came to mind.

  Now, on the afternoon of their second full day at the cabin, she sat on the couch studying him and letting her mind run wild with what she could do to him.

  At the other end, he glanced up from his laptop and caught her staring at him. “Whoa, what’s that look all about?”

  “Look?”

  “As if you’d like to eat me up,” he said.

  “Maybe I do.”

  He grinned. “Should I get the maple syrup out again?”

  “I don’t think I need the help.” She eased closer to him, took the laptop and placed it on the table at his elbow. “You know what I’d like to do?”

  “I don’t, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to enjoy it.”

  She put her lips to his ear. “I’d like to watch you come.”

  “Really?” He pulled back. “What about you?”

  “I’m sure you’ll take care of me later. I’ve never actually seen a man’s cock ejaculate. It must be incredibly sexy.”

  “If you say so. I’ve never thought of it that way,” he said.

  “I have,” she said. “A lot.”

  He gave her a lazy grin. “I’m at your disposal.”

  “Oh, I know.” First, she needed to get him undressed. Kneeling in front of him, she bent to remove his shoes and socks. When she unzipped his fly, she found the outline of a semi-erect male member underneath his shorts. “Why, Ethan, you started without me.”

  “I can’t seem to get completely soft with you around,” he said. “You must give off some kind of pheromone.”

  She tugged at the waistband of his shorts, he lifted his hips, allowing her to pull them and his jeans off. He’d already grown thicker. It’d be fun to see how hard she could make him without actually touching him. More dirty talk, maybe. Telling him how much she wanted him and all the wicked things he did to her.

  After getting back onto the couch, she removed his sweatshirt, easing it over his shoulders and head, and then dropped it to the floor.

  “I’m in charge here,” she said. “I want you to sit there, not touching yourself or me.”

  “Can I talk?”

  “If you say the right things.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like ‘Laura, you make me so hot.’ ‘I’m going to come,’ ” she said. “ ‘Oh, baby.’ That sort of thing.”

  He leaned toward her until his breath warmed her ear. “Oh, baby.”

  “Remember, no touching me. Just sit there and take what I dish out.”

  He put his hands by his sides and sat there smiling. Damn, but he was gorgeous. Sleek and finely muscled. Firm pecs gave way to a flat stomach. From there, a line of curling hairs led downward to where his cock had come to life.

  She ran her palm over his chest. “You really made me crazy yesterday afternoon. I’d never had a man’s mouth on my pussy before. My clit’s getting hard now just remembering it.”

  “I can do that for you again,” he said. “Any time.”

  “I’ll take you up on that.” Sure enough, his cock had stiffened. “Tell me, stud muffin, do you ever touch yourself?”

  “Sometimes,” he said. “Isn’t it about time you touched me?”

  “In a minute,” she said. “Did you ever fantasize about me while you stroked your cock?”

  He actually blushed. “For months after that party.”

  “What did I do in your fantasies?”

  “Um.” He paused for several seconds. “That’s kind of embarrassing.”

  She lowered her hand to his belly, still stroking him but not getting any closer to where his member now stood stiffly away from his body. “You’ve made me get past my shyness. Your turn.”

  “Well . . . you climbed all over my body and then spread your legs and brought your pussy to my face,” he said.

  She moaned into his ear. Mostly for his benefit, but the images he was creating in her mind would work for her too. When they left here, she’d call them up as she used her vibrator.

  “I’m getting excited, Ethan,” she whispered. “You’re making me wet.”

  “Do tell.”

  “In a minute, I’m going to touch you. I can’t wait much longer,” she said.

  “Neither can I.”

  “Do you use a lubricant when you masturbate?” she asked. “Should I get something?”

  “If you want. I don’t really need it.”

  “You sure?” She touched him finally, brushing her fingertips along his shaft to the head.

  “Holy . . . oh man.” He grunted. “Nope, I don’t need anything.”

  “I think I want to. I want you slick in my hand.”

  “Sit on me for a while. That’ll do the job,” he said.

  “Nope. I want to watch everything.” She got up and headed into the kitchenette. Cooking oil would work, but it would make a serious mess on the couch. Her eye settled on the liquid hand soap. Perfect. After running the water to get it warm, she moistened her hand and squirted some of the soap into her palm. When she’d worked it into a lather, she turned off the water and went back to Ethan.

  “Here you go, big guy.” She took him fully into her hand, wrapping her fingers around him. “This the right temperature?”

  He groaned. “You’d feel better, but yeah. Oh yeah.”

  Now, she could watch as her hand stroked him. Poor baby had become so hard he barely fit inside his own skin. She moved slowly, enjoying the sight of him growing darker in color as he became more excited. He’d rested his head back against the couch, his face relaxing into an expression of bliss.

  “Are you thinking about me now?” she said. “Are you imagining my pussy against your face.”

  “You taste so good when you’re excited.”

  “I’m excited now.” No lie there. Touching him this way, taking control of his arousal was a bigger turn-on than she’d imagined. She’d be completely wet in another minute. Maybe that would finally give her the courage to ask for the ultimate secret—his hand on her ass. The spanking she’d wanted for years but had never gotten up the nerve to ask for. Yes, she’d ask today.

  “Getting close?” she asked.

  “Make it last,” he answered. “Never thought a hand job could feel so fucking good.”

  “I love doing it. You’re so big and hard.” For a bit of a change, she tugged at the head of his cock, twisting gently.

  “Oh shit.” His breathing became labored and erratic, and his cock had turned a livid color. A droplet appeared at the tip, signaling his impending orgasm. It was fascinating to watch him and incredibly erotic. When he made love to her, that happened inside her body. What a miracle.

  “I’m gonna come. Oh, baby, now.”

  “Let’s see if I can do this right.” She picked up the pace of her strokes, gripping him firmly as her fist pumped him from the base to the tip. He released another drop of pearly liquid, and she massaged that into his skin. After a moment, a rumble built in his chest and rose in pitch and volume. His hips jerked upward as a spray of semen shot from him. Others followed, flying everywhere, landing on her hand and his stomach. Such a powerful response. Pride swelled in her chest that she could do this for him, along with gratitude that he’d allowed her to see.

  After a few more seconds, his body went limp against the cushions. His eyes remained closed, his lips parted as he struggled for breath. Sighing, she released him and rested her own head near his.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “No, I thank you,” he said. “Wow.”

  “You’re an entertaining boy toy.”

  He groaned and chuckled. “Keep using me until you use me up.”

  “Is that possible?”

  “Nuh-huh, but keep trying.”

  The time had come for her to ask him what she really wanted. Still satisfied from his orgasm, he might not even pay attention. Later, when the meaning sank in, he’d have had some time to let the meaning grow on him. Besides, it wouldn’t seem so strange after what they’d just done. Women didn’t masturbate men in the normal course of vanilla sex. A woman requesting a spanking was only a small step further into kink, right?

  His eyes opened. “You got quiet all of a sudden.”

  She bit her lip. “I was just thinking.”

  “I like the look on your face,” he said. “Share.”

  “Well, it seems to me that what we just did was pretty naughty.”

  “And . . .”

  “I think maybe I ought to be spanked.” She held her breath waiting for his reaction. Would the idea repulse him, excite him? Would he do it or push her away?

  His brow furrowed. “You want me to hit you?”

  “On my bottom, yes. I think you ought to use your hand to paddle me until I’m pink and warm.”

  He sat up straight. “I can’t hit you. Only violent creeps hit women.”

  “Even if the woman asks for it?”

  “I don’t know.” He blew out a breath. “I guess people play that way. I’ve never thought about doing it.”

  Well, that took care of that. She shouldn’t have asked. She should have known that, if Ethan Gould had plenty of faults, violence wasn’t one of them. Spanking probably really belonged only in her fantasies, anyway. Some things felt good to think about but wouldn’t work in reality. Still, if he had limits on what he’d do, he should have told her from the beginning. Thank heaven she’d never see him again after they left this cabin, or the whole thing would be truly humiliating.