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We climbed out of the hot tub, and I reached for the towels in the corner.

I turned back around as she stood looking out the window.

Her hands were across her chest, but my laser sharp eyesight took in the light pink bra she wore and the high cut lacy panties.

She was so perfect. How could one person be so perfect?

It almost seemed unfair to the other 3.95 billion women in the world.

(Yeah, I recently Googled. Nice to be able to use that stat.)

Her wet hair was slicked back, showing off her facial features. I’d never thought about features before, but her cheekbones and lips were off the charts sexy. I walked over and handed her the towel.

“Thanks.” Her eyes looked up, and I was under her spell.

“Sure.” I knew I should move or do anything but stand next to the nearly naked woman I was slowly becoming obsessed with, but I couldn’t.

I also was aware I should say some words, any words really, but they seemed to be on hiatus .

Say something. Anything! Offer her a snack in the kitchen. Come on, jackass!

“Ho-Ho?” Her eyes were saucers, and I wanted to punch myself in the throat. “I mean I have some Hostess snacks if you’d like a little treat.”

She dried her arms. “I’ll have a Ho-Ho if you’ll have a Ding Dong.”

We laughed like twelve-year-olds for a solid minute, including a snort laugh from her that I didn’t expect, but it would now be my goal to get her to do it again. It was clear we were on the same maturity plane.

Once inside the cabin, it was a tornado. Hands were everywhere as he kicked the door shut behind us and he pushed me through the kitchen, into the living room, and toward the stairs. Clearly, the Hostess snacks were not happening.

At the bottom of the stairs, he pressed my back against the wall while his hands slid down my arms to my wrists. My stomach clinched as he took them in one of his hands and held them over my head while the other traveled.

His lips crushed mine as his hand slid to my neck then over my bra. I squirmed as his fingers circled while his whiskers grazed my neck, causing every nerve to jump.

I yanked my hands, trying to get free. I needed to touch him, but his grip was delightfully tight as I was reminded of his strength. My mind melted as sensations I’d never had filtered into my blood at the same time his hand glided down my stomach, sending goose bumps trailing up my spine.

“Please—”

I couldn’t finish my words as his mouth was back, teasing mine as his hand went lower, leaving me tugging to get free, but loving the lack of control. I decided that control was overrated as I realized he had me exactly where I wanted to be.

My body trembled at the thoughts of what could happen. I’d believed I was fairly competent when it came to men, but nope. I clearly didn’t know shit about what a man could do to a woman.

My breath left me as his hand went lower.

I involuntarily pushed against him, like a primal response while I pulled my hands again, but no, he didn’t release me.

Instead, his lips kissed my neck, sliding downward.

I thought I was going to jump to the ceiling as his tongue glided across my collarbone.

“Gabe, please.” I barely recognized my own voice. “Please.”

His voice was muffled as he kissed me. “I knew you’d beg.”

“I am. I’m begging.”

With that, he let my hands go, and my fingers clawed at his back, causing him to curse into my open mouth, the filthy words sending a shudder down my spine. My hands found their way around to the picture-perfect abs that were him as he let out a low groan.

My eyes opened enough to get a glimpse of the dark living room with shadows from the moonlight streaming through the window.

My stomach fell when he unclasped my bra, and it slid down my arms. Our eyes connected as he dropped it on the floor before he kissed my cheek. His eyes traveled over me while I tried to control my breathing.

I grabbed him and relished the feeling of my bare chest against his.

The heat and closeness were almost torturous, fueling the blaze between us.

He lips devoured mine before moving south.

The heat of his breath as he spoke sent tingles throughout me.

“All I’ve thought about today was getting you right here.

That hot body shaking at the thought of what I’m going to do to you. ”

I gulped air while my tummy swirled like an out-of-control boat crashing in the waves at sea.

He pushed me gently, and before I knew it, I was sitting on the stairs as his mouth licked and moved down me.

“How the memory of your wet body, right here for me to do with as I please, will torture me every time I walk these stairs.” My panties slid down my legs, and my vision tunneled while he moved lower. I swore I would not survive this man.

A short time later, we attempted to walk up the stairs while he carried me in his muscly arms, and I kissed his neck. This resulted in my head hitting the wall, and the sound of hockey medals hitting the wooden stairs below us echoed while laughter between kisses bounced off the ceiling above us.

By the time we found his room, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and we fell on the bed in a heap.

His fingers burrowed through my hair as those lips found my neck.

My hands wandered, acquainting myself with him, as I traced his every muscle with my fingers.

His kisses lingered slowly down my neck before he nipped and grazed my shoulders with his teeth, sending a jolt of pure electricity down to my toes.

He kissed my tattoo while moving, and my hands ran through his hair as he had every cell in my body stood at attention. His mouth found its way back to mine as if we both needed to have the connection. The kiss was slow and soft, as if taking me all in while feeding the raging inferno inside of me.

My breath caught as it was raw and real, and my mind was swimming. I was burning from the closeness. He pulled back and watched me as his hand slid lower. I went to kiss him again, but he shook his head.

“Look at me.”

He was in control, and I’d have it no other way. I stared into his emerald eyes as his hands worked their magic. I wanted him to see me, and all he was doing to me, as I shattered once again.

I was shaking and unable to wait another second. “I need you.”

His weight settled on me as he licked my jaw. My back arched as we connected and moved together. My name mingled with his swearing, and I’d never felt so desired in my life.

I trembled, my heart beating against my chest, as he stole my breath away. In a swift move, he pulled me on top of him. His fingers dug into my hips as he moved me.

“You’re not done, not yet.” Every muscle in his body was tight.

“This is a weekend thing so I need to see you getting yours as much as I can because it’s so hot.

” His hands went to my neck, and he pulled my face to his.

“And I want the image of me, and what I’m doing to you to be tattooed in your mind forever. ”

If that was his mission, it was done. I knew I’d never be with another without seeing the intensity in his eyes while he ran my body as if he owned it.

I lay wrapped in his arms when the sun peeked over the horizon for the second morning in a row. I felt rested and frickin’ fantastic although sleep hadn’t really happened. Every hour or two, we ended up all wrapped together yet again.

I touched my lips which were a little swollen and wondered if there was a way to keep the bridal party away. To have this special cabin and man all to myself a little longer.

I quietly got out of bed and took a shower without the dopy smile on my face leaving for even a second. I pulled on his robe, and it felt like it was a hug. (I know, pukey.)

Everything from his kisses, taste, and the way he worshipped me when we were together, was now part of my DNA. I wasn’t sure how I would walk away after the weekend, but I pushed the thought out my ear and worked on the natural look with my make-up that took twenty minutes.

As I finished with my blush, the door of the bathroom flew open and there Gabe stood, wearing nothing. His thick hair was everywhere, and his eyes were heavy.

“Good morning.” I took a step toward him.

“Why are you out of my bed?”

I giggled, but his eyes bore into me, waiting for my answer. “I was just getting ready?—”

Once again, the hockey player grabbed me, and I went over his shoulder as I screamed with laughter. “Gabe!”

My stomach knotted as we approached his bed. While I thought I might be thrown like after the kitchen attack, this time he carefully placed me on the pillow and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. He crawled over me and took his spot by my side.

I looked over, and we were again face-to-face. “I want to see you here, in my bed, for a while.”

I whispered, “I’m here.”

“You’re here.” He reached down, untied the bathrobe, and pushed it off my shoulder. “I want to see every inch of you. I want your every curve burned into my mind.” His finger slid across my shoulder. “I’m afraid this cabin may never be the same after I’ve had you in my bed.”

I leaned in and kissed his cheek as he pushed my hair over my shoulder. “And on the dresser at three in the morning.”

He chuckled as he kissed my neck and tattoo. “Oh, how I remember the dresser.”

I ran my finger across his chest. “ Never forget the dresser. Kind of epic.”

She was loading the dishwasher when I sprung in, grabbed her, and pulled her into me. I kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I just wanted to have another day alone with Fern.

The feelings I didn’t want to bubble up were. What in the hell was I doing? Everybody would arrive soon, and I was very aware that time was flying by too fast. There was a pull I didn’t like when I thought of Sunday and her leaving.