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She could only nod. She kept herself hairless to encourage
her one-night stands.

He smirked. “And wet.” His thumbs played along the crease of
her thighs just outside her throbbing labia.

Her body’s instinct for survival always made her ready, but
the liquids moistening her thighs now was new. Would he think it strange she
was so wet? “I know. You did that to me.” Her voice came out husky, sexy.

He quirked a brow at her. “Really?”

Anticipation tightened her throat, making her answer in no
more than a whisper, “Yes.”

“Then you’re going to like this.”

He pulled her folds apart and lowered his head. His tongue
touched her opening, gliding over it to settle on her clit. Sharp pulses of
excitement raced deep into her core. His tongue camped there, laving her back
and forth, swirling around her nub, until his mouth covered her. The creative
sucking on her clit had her body bowed, strung taut, the pleasure building. She
grabbed his hair to push him down even as her hips came up of their own accord.

The sucking stopped with a flat swipe of his tongue and she
whimpered, left on the edge of a growing orgasm.

But Zach wasn’t finished. His tongue moved lower and the
licking continued with a stronger purpose as he reached her opening. His tongue
delved inside.

She couldn’t think. She moaned as she released his head and
gripped the sheepskin beneath her, the soft touch adding to her helpless
pleasure. To feel him inside her, this man and only this man, would be heaven.
If only it could be.

By the time he worked his way back to her clit, she felt
lightheaded from his expert ministrations. Her breaths were short and she
couldn’t help begging as he held her on the edge, too desperate for release and
air. “Please, Zach, I need… Oh God.”

Zach’s tongue stroked her clit, circling, licking the tiny
pleasure point over and over. Then he slipped two fingers inside her.

She came with a scream that would’ve frightened Canada geese
away. Her body bucked and writhed as her release pounded through her and she
gasped for breath. The sensation had her vision collapsing to small points as
all feeling centered on her bliss. Zach kept her on the pinnacle of her orgasm
until her spasms relaxed and her heartbeat slowed. She grabbed his hair and
pulled his head up, despite her hips grinding against his hand.

Zach grinned from ear to ear. When he caught her watching,
he licked his lips and wiped his chin. “I think you’re ready now.”

Bea laughed, letting her head fall back upon the furs.

Zach crawled up her body and she tried not to drool as his
defined chest came over her. But as his cock brushed her inner thigh, she
scrambled from underneath him like a crab. She hated leaving the place she
wanted to be more than anywhere else, but what she wanted wasn’t enough to
outweigh her need to keep him healthy. As it was, she didn’t know how sick he
might become with her juices soaking into his fingers.

He grumbled. “Hey, where are you going?”

She brought herself to kneel in front of his push-up
position. His gaze went to her lap.

She lifted his face to look at her. “Fair’s fair.”

He chuckled. “I guess it is.” He collapsed upon his stomach
and rolled onto his back, away from the fire.

As much as she wanted to crawl on top of him and experience
a sixty-nine position, she couldn’t. She could almost feel his strong cock
pushing into her mouth, his hips rising reflexively as his tongue penetrated
her pussy, stroking her clit, while her breasts brushed his hard abs. No, she
wouldn’t chance him sucking on her poisons. Maybe next time they could do it
before she came. Next time?

She shook her head as she crawled around him, the soft fur
of the sheepskins making her want to roll her naked body across them. When
she’d positioned herself between his legs, she paused to take in the view.

His face and chest appeared to move as the firelight
flickered across them, transforming his sexy smirk into a grin and back again.
His cock moved too, but not with light. As she stared, it jumped toward his
belly in short jerks.

“Bea?”

She gazed into his smoldering eyes. “Mmm-hmm.”

He swallowed. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll
come without you touching me at all. I’d rather feel your mouth on me.”

At his words, excitement played havoc with her stomach. She
put her hand to her chin as if pondering the dilemma, but gradually sank between
his legs. Her first lick was along the underside of his hard penis. It jerked
again as if trying to get away. She bent lower and took one of his balls into
her mouth, using her tongue to roll it, test the weight of it. She did the same
to the other, thinking of how he had sucked on her nipples. A warmth spread
through the folds between her legs.

Pressing her tongue between his balls, she stroked upward
over his cock and took the tip into her mouth. She could lick him all night, a
luxury she never had the time for with her one-night stands. Those were about
her need to survive, but with Zach, she wanted to make him feel good, make him
happy.

His hand rested on her shoulder, its tension telling her he
anticipated her next move.

She ran her tongue around the ridge of his cock before
moving her teeth along the edges.

The pressure of his hand increased.

With her teeth, she stroked down his length, lightly
scraping his tight skin.

He groaned.

Pleased he was enjoying her attention, she stroked down
again and without warning, she sucked in his tip, bringing his whole cock into
her mouth.

His hand on her shoulder shifted to the floor as it fisted.

Beneath her mouth, she palmed his balls, his sac tight and
ready. Rolling them within her hand, she ran her mouth up, enjoying the feel of
every bump against her tongue. She glanced at his face as her teeth hooked on
his tip again.

His closed eyes and rigid jaw testified to the pleasure
building inside him. As she sucked down on his cock and up again, his lips
parted. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His excitement fueled her own and
wetness dripped along her thigh to nestle on the furs beneath her. She couldn’t
help herself as she increased the rhythm. He buried his hand in her hair and
she felt his pulse beat against her tongue. He was close.

Triumph spread warmth throughout her body. She took his hard
cock deep into her throat and tightened her jaw. His thighs closed against her
face and his hips arched into her mouth as his cum squirted inside, sliding
down her throat. She wrapped her tongue around him as she moved, and sucked
until his hand on her head stopped her.

She satisfied herself with licking him clean.

The fire gave off very little light, so she sat up to see
his reaction. She’d never had a man come in her mouth before since she always
needed to orgasm with someone inside her to take the poison from her body and
into theirs. She wouldn’t mind another orgasm right now, not because she needed
to, but because she wanted this man deep within her.

“Hell.”

“What is it?” she asked.

“I came.”

Bea laughed. She didn’t remember laughing while having sex
before. “Wasn’t that the whole idea?”

He opened his eyes and lifted his head. His stomach muscles
contracted into hard ripples that reminded her of frost heaves. His gaze roamed
her body. “Yes, but I wanted to bury my cock deep inside your pussy.”

Uh-huh. As much as she wanted that too, she couldn’t let it
happen. She shrugged. “Oh well. Guess you’ll have to make do.”

He dropped his head back to the floor and closed his eyes.
“I think you’re right, you wore me out.”

She stood and drank in the sight of his body, hard even when
he relaxed. “Before you go to sleep, can you point me in the direction of a
bed?”

He opened one eye. “How about here on the furs next to me?”

Her heart leapt, excitement flaring, and a drop of her
wetness ran down the inside of her thigh. To cuddle in the furs with this man
would be heaven. Could she? Her logical side stepped in. No. She had limited
willpower with him. If she let him inside her, she could never see him again,
and she very much wanted to see him again.

She shook her head.

He opened his other eye and followed the telltale drop of
her juices as it hit the crease of her knee before continuing down the side of
her calf. “So that’s a yes?”

She shivered at the hunger in his eyes, but stood fast.
“No.”

His gaze returned to hers, his resignation clear.

Disappointment and relief tornadoed through her.

He closed his eyes. “Upstairs to the left is a guestroom.”

“Great. Thanks.”

She tiptoed around him to pick up her clothes, throwing on
her sweater against the cooling air. She turned toward the stairs, but his
resting body in the light of the dying fire stopped her cold. What was it about
him that had her heart pulsing to life along with her libido? She’d had many,
many men, but he was unique, at least to her.

Unsure what to make of her attraction, she passed between
him and the fire. The air in the room had cooled, causing her to tense. She
stopped and grabbed a log and threw it on the fire. Sparks sprayed everywhere,
one jumping the fire screen and landing on Zach’s arm.

He jerked awake, sitting up. “Ow!”

She jumped back from the dangerous little missiles herself,
her bare heel catching his thigh.

As she fell backward, his arms came around and he rolled
with her, slowing her fall. He lay half on top of her, his chest pushing
against her covered breasts.

He grimaced. “I take it you’ve never had a fireplace.”

She shook her head, unable to speak at the heat building
within her from both embarrassment and desire.

He brushed the hair from her neck and cupped her cheek.
“You’re a handful, Bea.”

Her breath caught at the desire in his eyes. No grin
softened his lips. The purpose in his face changed the heat in her body to a
roaring fire. His hand on her cheek tensed as he positioned her face for his
kiss. At the touch of his lips, she breathed again, his strong, silent command
demanded she open her mouth and let him in. Giving up, she twined her tongue
with his, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him hard against her body.
As he devoured her mouth, the touch of his hardening cock next to her thigh caused
pulses of excitement to streak through her body, tightening her inner muscles.

She moved one hand to rifle through his hair, its thick
softness similar to the furs at her back. Her mind and body acquiesced to his
demands. When his hand left her face and burrowed under her sweater to hold her
breast and thumb her sensitive nipple, she moaned in sheer helpless pleasure.
To let him have his way with her, however he chose, was a heady turn-on and she
floundered in the fantasy.

This was what she‘d been missing, to abandon herself to the
ecstasy. His hand reached between her legs, his finger found her clit and
circled it as if exploring it for the first time. His touch sent her juices
flowing.

The kiss continued, not urgent but controlled, his total
mastery of her undeniable. As his tongue swept through her mouth, so did his
finger play upon her, building her anticipation, winding her up. Helplessly,
she spread her legs wider, pushing her thigh against his swollen cock, her hips
thrusting and retreating from his skilled hand. She wanted him to do what he
would and gave up her own will in the process as the tension between her legs
built.

He played her like a master puppeteer, but with no teasing
this time. Her blood raced to the spot where his fingertips rubbed, building
and catching fire. He had a goal and he would bring her to it, a full
conflagration. His tongue thrust into her mouth, becoming demanding even as his
strokes against her clit changed cadence and her pleasure intensified,
increasing until arching her hips against him, her orgasm burst upon her.

He caught her scream in his mouth and his finger stopped its
movement to press her throbbing nub, holding her on top of her release until he
decreased the pressure. He released her mouth and placed a gentle kiss on her
open lips before leaving a peck on her cheek. She gulped in precious air as her
heart tried to find its normal rhythm. A strange weariness infused her body,
weakened her limbs and refused to allow her to open her eyes. Giving herself up
to the unusual sensation, she drifted into a comfortable slumber.

Zach couldn’t stop touching the hot beauty in his arms. He
played with the black strands of hair resting in his palm. Though his cock
ached for release, he wouldn’t wake her. The way she responded to him confused
him.

He’d had his share of lovers, but none had reacted to his
sexual skills quite the way she did. None had completely shaved their pussies
either. Hell, that was hot. He’d seen hairless labia in porno movies but never
in person. Bea’s differences didn’t end there either. None of his past women
had sex with him so soon.

It would be hard to split with her. He wasn’t sure that
three times would be enough, but he couldn’t let her get too close. For some
reason fate didn’t want him to have a permanent someone in his life and had
proved it with Danielle and Lisa. He would have to stay on guard. But there was
a sweetness beneath the professional distance Bea occasionally created. And
despite her obvious sexual experience, he found her naïve in a strange way.

It didn’t matter. He planned to enjoy this temporary
relationship for all it was worth and keep both his and her hearts out of it.

Letting go of Bea’s hair, he lay back next to her and pulled
the sheepskins over them. The warmth from the fire had transferred to the furs
and enveloped them in a warm cocoon. He glanced at the fireplace. Not much wood
left, but he sure as hell wasn’t getting up. They would be cold come morning,
but they could always have sex again to produce more heat.

He had worn her out. He grinned as he closed his eyes.
Despite a six-month hiatus from sex, he still had it. And he would use it every
chance he got.

* * * * *

Bea stretched, luxuriating in the softness that surrounded
her body until her toes slipped from beneath the covering. She yanked her foot
back under the…fur? She opened her eyes. Oh damn.

Zach had little issue with the cold. He lay on his back, his
entire torso and one knee exposed to the living room air. His chest rose and
fell in even rhythm. Grateful he still slept, she lifted his hand, which lay
possessively on her thigh, and wriggled out from under the sheepskins.

The cool air shocked her and she bent to retrieve her
clothes, but when she stood again, she stilled. The sight outside the living
room windows captured her breath. If “winter wonderland” were posted on
Wikipedia, the sight before her would be the perfect image. No words needed to
define it. The snow sparkled in the morning sunshine, twinkling on every buried
branch, rock and banister. The forest valley below proved at least three more
feet of snow had fallen overnight and only the sharpest incline escaped its
burden. The trees bent low with their loads, one white birch making a perfect
arch that reminded her of a wedding bower. She gazed at the scene, enthralled.
A hump of snow fell from its precarious branch and drifted in a sparkling cloud
to the ground. She shivered at the cold and turned to find the bedroom Zach
told her about.

His voice from the floor startled her. “It’s amazing, isn’t
it?”

She looked down at him. No, he was amazing, in so many ways.
Lying there on the sheepskins, his hands beneath his head, his biceps pulled
taut by his position, had her wishing for a different life. She loved it here
with him, but she had limits and the bulge beneath the fur was a clear
indication of what he had in mind.

“You have a beautiful place here, Zach. I’d love to stay
longer, but I have to go to work. I’m already late and it’s always crazy after
a snowfall. You know, digging out guests, helping them find other flights or
extending their stay, having the porch and walkways cleared…”

She paused, sensing his withdrawal. She tried a different
tact and gave him a knowing smirk. “Today is Thursday and as much as I’d like
to crawl in there with you, some of us have to work.”

His face lightened a little and she breathed easier. She
didn’t want him upset with her.