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I set a driving rhythm, pounding into her with a fervor that borders on the animalistic. Her hips meet mine in an erotic dance that has us both spiraling toward the edge.

The world narrows down to just the two of us—the taste of her mouth against mine, the slick slide of our bodies against each other, the sounds of our pleasure filling the room.

Mia’s cries grow more desperate as she digs her nails into my back. The pain mingles with the pleasure, taking the euphoria to a new level.

All I can focus on are her eyes—dark with pleasure and an unspoken emotion that shoots straight into my gut.

I can feel her flutter around me, signaling her impending release. It’s a call to arms. I pick up my pace, a primal instinct overpowering my senses. Her breathless gasps turn into a scream as she reaches the apex, body convulsing beneath mine in exquisite pleasure. The sight of her climaxing again—for me—is enough to push me over the edge that I’ve been teetering on.

With a groan that resonates in the silent cabin, I release inside her—every spasm from my cock matched by a tremor from her body. Our breaths are ragged in the quiet aftermath, hearts pounding together in an unsteady rhythm.

Exhaustion seeps into my bones as I collapse beside her on the bed, pulling her to my side. Our bodies are tangled together, still humming with pleasure and sensitivity from our previous exertions. Her head rests against my shoulder as her breath washes across my skin.

We don’t need to talk. I don’t want to talk. I kiss the side of her face and reach down to pull the blankets over us. The fire is nothing more than hot coals with the occasional flare-up. I’m letting it go out, knowing we will be plenty warm in each other’s arms for the rest of the night.

Chapter fifteen

Mia

Iwake up to the feel of a hard, warm body behind me, and it takes a second for me to remember where I am. The fire is out, and the air has chilled the end of my nose, but I feel safe and warm under the blankets. It’s very cozy. For a moment, I feel a pang of regret. What had come over me last night? That was so not me. But then again, nothing about this situation is typical. I can’t explain what happened. I had fallen asleep and landed right into an erotic dream about a handsome stranger who made my body sing. When I woke up and realized that the stranger was in bed with me, I had to act.

Noah stirs beside me, blinking sleep from his eyes. I watch him, the way his dark hair is tousled, and his strong arms shift as he wakes. He catches my gaze and smiles faintly.

“Morning,” he says, his voice rough with sleep.

“Morning,” I reply, slightly hoarse after the expedition in the cold yesterday. “I...I guess we should get up.”

He grins again. “Maybe I’m already up.”

I roll my eyes and can’t help but laugh. “Very funny.”

“Fine,” he yawns.

“I was thinking. Eric usually keeps two snowmobiles here for him and his wife. He can only ride one, so maybe the other is still here.”

“That would be amazing,” he nods. “I’ll start a fire to knock out some of the chill. Hopefully, we find a stash of wood out there.”

“But do we need a fire if we’re going to ride back to the plane?”

He smiles, brushing hair from my face with a touch so gentle I can’t help but lean into it. “Just a fire to get warm before we have to brave the cold again. We’ll put it out before we leave.”

“Okay.”

We dress quickly, the icy air biting at my skin. Noah starts a small fire, and we have a simple breakfast of canned fruit and water. We’re rationing the food just in case, which worries me. It implies that we are going to have a long wait for rescue. I push the thought away and focus on the positive. The snowmobile is likely in the shed. We’ll go back to the plane and—

“If we ride the snowmobile to the plane, how do we get it back here?” I frown.

“I’ll fly, and you ride. I can pick you up here, or if you want to stay and wait for Eric, you can do that.”

That was my original plan, but now I don’t know if I want to be out here alone. It is suddenly a very scary place. Before, I pictured myself hanging out with Eric for a few days or possibly being on my own until he arrived. But now…that is the last thing I want to do.

“That’s a good idea,” I say with a tight smile. “But let’s see what our options are first.”

“Good idea,” he says.

After breakfast, we bundle up in our winter gear and head outside to take stock of our surroundings. The sun is bright, reflecting off the freshly fallen snow. It’s a beautiful sight, but it masks the danger of our situation. The snow is deep, and it’s clear we won’t be leaving on foot anytime soon. We both stand on the tiny porch and survey the area.

There’s a shed with a smaller lean-to wrapped with a blue tarp.

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