Page 51 of Cedarwood Cabin

FLORA

The storm is raging outside as I lay in bed. Each thunderclap is loud, the rumbles shaking the cabin. Flashes of lightning illuminate the room, casting shadows across the walls.

A loud bang outside the window startles me and my heart races. Jumping out of bed, I run to the living room. Dax is fast asleep on the couch, the chaos outside having no effect on him. I nudge his arm, trying to wake him up. His eyes flutter open, squinting as he tries to make sense of the situation.

“Flora…” Dax mumbles, half asleep.

“Dax, I’m scared,” I whisper.

Suddenly, a thunderclap echoes through the cabin and the walls vibrate. Scared and without thinking, I climb onto the couch and sit beside Dax.

He blinks a few times and sits up. “Hey, it’s okay,” Dax whispers while shifting to make room for me. He can sense I’m scared and wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. “It’s outside. We’re safe in here. The storm can’t hurt us,” he reassures me.

I feel safe with Dax beside me. I focus on my breathing, trying to calm myself down.

“Sorry. It’s just that the storms in England are nothing like this…”

I feel myself getting tired in the safety of Dax's arms, making my eyes start to close.

“Let's get you back to bed. You can’t sleep sitting up,” he says quietly, nudging me.

We both get up from the couch and he leads me into the bedroom. Another thunderclap crashes, louder and closer than before. Instinctively, I grab his hand.

“Dax…can you stay in here with me tonight?” I can feel the fear and vulnerability sneak up on me.

Dax pauses and bites his cheek as he studies my face. “Of course, I’ll stay.”

He lifts up the blanket and helps me back into bed as I crawl under the covers. Dax walks to the other side of the bed and looks at me for approval. I nod and he climbs into the bed.

The mattress dips under his weight and I turn to face him. Our bodies are close, but not touching.

“Thanks,” I whisper.

The wind and rain are the only sounds you can hear. We look at each other for a moment, only inches apart.

A rumble of thunder scares me and I can’t help but flinch. I move closer to Dax, pressing my body against his. I rest my head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my ear. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close as he rests his chin on top of my head.

“I’m here,” he whispers.

His arms encircling me makes me feel safe. Dax pulls back slightly and looks down at me. I tilt my head up, meeting his gaze.

We’re face to face, lips centimeters apart as our breaths mingle. I don’t know how it happens, but our lips meet. The kiss is soft at first, his lips inviting.

Dax’s arms tighten around me, pulling me closer as our kiss deepens. His hand moves up my back, his finger tangling in my hair. I feel a rush of emotions spread through me.

We are both breathless as we break away from the kiss. Dax rests his forehead against mine and I feel his warm breath on my lips.

We hold each other for a moment and our connection grows. Our lips meet again, this time more intensely, as our tongues explore each other. I feel the heat radiate from Dax's body as he grips me tightly. I can’t help but let out a quiet moan, which seems to spur him on.

My hands wander under his T-shirt and my fingers move up his abs. He feels incredible, his body is so defined.

He responds by grabbing the back of my neck. Just when I thought our kiss couldn’t get more intense, it does. His free hand moves to my waist and slides under my top. I arch into his touch, craving more.

Dax pulls back for a moment, his breathing heavy and his eyes full of desire. We hold our gaze, both knowing this is something we want. He sits up, pulling his T-shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. A shaft of lightning casts a shadow across his chiseled body. I sit up, feeling breathless. He touches my chin, guiding my lips to his for another passionate kiss.

His hands move to the hem of my top and he pauses, looking at me for approval. I smirk and raise my arms, allowing him to lift it over my head. My top is pulled away, revealing my bare breasts. He breathes deeply, taking in the sight of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and straddle his lap. I feel the hardness of his cock pressing up against his underwear. I can’t help but let out a moan as we kiss again. His hands roam up and down my back until they move to my hips, gripping them firmly. I grind against him, feeling my shorts rub against his hard cock. My body reacts on cue and I feel myself getting wet, my nipples puckering.

“Fuck. Stop,” he mumbles. I can hear the hesitation in his voice.