Page 13 of Cabin Kisses

I lean back and search his face. “You’re scared?” What does he think, I’m a femme fatale or something? Why would he ask me to stay?

He nods. “Yeah, I’m scared because I’ve never felt this instant attraction to a woman in my life. I’m scared that you won’t give us a chance. I’m scared that I’m going to have to let you walk away, and that’s the last thing I want to do.”

He means it. I’m watching him closely, waiting for some sign that this is a joke or he’s just trying to get in my pants, but I don’t see it. What I see is a man that really truly wants me. I’m not sure why, or for how long—maybe I’m just here to make the time go by—but I know if I leave, I’ll regret it.

“I’ll stay.”

His arms come around me in a fierce hug. “You’ll stay?”

My face is buried in his neck, and I inhale his manly scent. “Yeah, I’ll stay.” I let myself soak in his warmth and strength and then pull away to look into his eyes. “I can’t let you spend Christmas by yourself.”

His eyes light up. “Yes, tomorrow is Christmas. The day miracles can happen.”

Chapter10

Levi

I’ve kept my promise to myself. It was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, and I’m pretty sure that today is going to be harder.

I kept my hands off her. Besides a kiss before I sent her off to my bedroom, I kept my hands off her all night. I keep telling myself that I need to give her time and space, but it’s killing me in the process.

I gave her the bed, and I slept—if you want to call it that—on the couch. All night, I thought about her wearing my T-shirt, wrapped in my covers, and I couldn’t get the image from my mind.

I woke up this morning to a hard cock, the blistering cold, and a full-on blizzard outside. I’m not worried. This is not my first blizzard, and I’m sure it won’t be my last. I have everything prepared, plenty of food and firewood, and a generator in case we lose power. I shouldn’t be tense... but I am.

I flip the bacon that is sizzling on the stove when I hear Gina clear her throat behind me. “Good morning.”

I smile at the sound of her voice. “Morning.” I turn, and my mouth drops open. She’s still in my shirt that reaches mid-thigh. Her hair is tousled, and she looks so beautiful it makes my heart skip a beat.

I lay down the spatula and move toward her. How could I not? She’s a fuckin’ wet dream, and she’s right here, standing in my kitchen. “Merry Christmas,” I mumble to her, barely holding on to my restraint.

Her eyes light up as if she forgot that today is Christmas. I pull her in for a hug and hold her against me. She sighs against my chest, and this right here, the feeling of having her in my arms, is why I know we’re meant to be. I thought about it last night, and even though we just met, I can’t just let this feeling go because we’ve only known each other a short time. I won’t do it.

“You want to shower, and I’ll have breakfast ready soon.”

She nods against my chest, and I go back to cooking. When she comes back as I’m setting the food on the table, she’s in another one of my T-shirts with a pair of jogging pants. “I hope it’s okay that I raided your closet.”

I swallow hard. “Yes, it’s more than fine. I like seeing my clothes on you.”

We sit down, and I put bacon, eggs, and biscuits on her plate. “This is a feast.”

“I hope you like it.”

We eat mostly in silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. Except for the part where I keep staring at her.

She wipes at her mouth and smiles. “What? Do I have something on me?”

I shake my head and laugh. “No. I just like looking at you.”

She bites her lip, but before I can reach out to stop her, she asks, “So what are we going to do today? It is Christmas, after all.”

“Did you look outside?” I ask her.

She nods. “Yep, so I guess whatever we do, it will have to be inside.”

My temperature rises just thinking about being with her inside all day. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands to myself. “Yep. We can play some board games... read, watch television... whatever you want to do. I’m just glad you’re here.”

She sets her fork down and blows out a breath. “Okay, well, I was thinking that it’s Christmas and I, uh, realized in the middle of the night what I want.”

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