Page 39 of Cabin Fever Baby

I didn't know what to do with any of it, and when he wrapped his arm around my middle and drifted off to sleep, I stayed awake, listening to the endless storm.

ELEVEN

4 Days til Christmas

I woke to full darkness,save for the cheerful little tree with warm white lights. The bed was empty, and my body was so satisfied I was tempted to slip right back into sleep.

The fact thatshewasn’t with me shook off the last of the exhaustion.

Fuck, it had been a damn long time since I’d had a full-on sex-a-thon. Thankfully, my head didn’t ache. Evidently, a few mind-bending orgasms would do that to a guy.

I padded down the hall, wishing I’d brought my damn suitcase up before, consideringthe chill settling on the cabin. When I got to the bottom of the staircase, the lights were all off save for the tree. She wasn’t crashed out on a couch.

A mixer and the scent of fresh-baked cookies made my stomach roar. I stopped off at my suitcase and pulled out a pair of sweats and one of my sweatshirts before following the sounds to the kitchen.

She was in another pair of her fuzzy socks over pink pants with peppermint candies all over them, which made me smile as I leaned against the river rock wall. She was wearing a tank that showed off a lot of skin and I wished I was facing the other direction.

I thought she was swaying to some internal song until I realized she was wearing earbuds.

Rows and rows of chocolate chip cookies were stacked on racks and naked gingerbread men were lined up like soldiers as she whipped frosting in her bowl. She dropped food coloring in the precisely weighed bowls and smartly whipped each one until the colors came alive.

Pink, red, blue, and green filled each bowl and finally, she left one alone. She gave a little swish of her hips, and my dick twitched with the knowledge that there was nothing under all that cotton candy pink.

Just her soft skin with my marks.

She shimmied over to the sink and dropped the big bowl inside and twirled around, her eyes closed as her lips moved to whatever song was playing in her ears. Her free-flowing breasts swayed and the tips tightened against the cotton.

She opened those big blue eyes and screamed.

She held her little scraper tool in one hand. Flying frosting dotted her shirt, chin, and neck.

I laughed as she pulled out one of the buds. “You scared the shit out of me.”

I pulled her to me and licked the frosting off her neck and chin. “You left me.”

She stilled in my arms, then she softened as I inched my way up her neck to the little spot behind her ear that made her sigh.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

I took the spatula from her and set it on the counter. “You aren’t freaking out on me, are you?”

“What makes you say that?”

“2 AM cookies.”

“You don’t know that I have rampant insomnia and cook to get through it.”

I slipped my arm around her back. “Do you have rampant insomnia?”

Her lower lip jutted out as she stared at my chest. “No.”

“Sudden onset?”

“Maybe.” She frowned.

I tipped up her chin. Her deep blue eyes were shuttered. Not the open woman who’d showered with me, who’d accepted the pleasure that had exploded between us. “What’s up, Angel?”

She shrugged me off and turned back to her batches of frosting. “Nothing. I was just too keyed up to sleep.”

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