“Wow,” I say, my voice nothing but air. “You know what, I never got your name, did I?” Giggling, I wag my brows.
Smiling, he chuckles and says, “It's Anderson, but everyone calls me Anders.” He sounds like he just ran a marathon as he takes in deep breaths of air. “And your name is?”
“Laney.”
“Laney. . . huh, didn't peg you for a Laney.”
“No?”
“Nope.”
“What did you think my name was?”
“I don't know,” he says as I roll off his stomach and sit up, searching for something to clean up with.
“Hold on a second,” he says, and dashes down the stairs. He’s back in a flash with a washcloth and gently wipes at my lower back. “Sorry about the mess,” he chuckles, before throwing the cloth to the floor and wrapping his arm around me to bring me back down onto the bed with him again “I don't know, you look like you could be a Rachel, maybe a Gail—”
Cutting him off, I laugh out loud. “Gail? Seriously?”
We're both laughing and when our eyes meet, my heart stops inside my chest. I don't know if it stops because of how incredibly hot his smile is, or if it's because he's actually looking at me, like he sees me in a way I haven’t been seen in a long time.
His eyes burn into my chest, leaving a mark that I can practically feel.
Shit. This isn't what I wanted. I didn't want a look like that from him.
And I didn't want this tingle in my belly.
I was looking for a one night stand. One and done. But looking at Anders smile, I’m not convinced I found what I was looking for.4AndersLeaning against the kitchen sink, I blow a cool breath across the top of my coffee cup and take a sip. The hot mug feels goods in my cold hands.
The power is still out, and probably will be for a while. That's what happens when you choose to live in the mountains. Amenities are a luxury, not a guarantee.
The fire is finally roaring. It took a while to get the logs to catch, and having Laney looking over my shoulder didn’t make me move any faster. I feel the heat from where I'm standing now, and relish hearing the logs snap and seeing the flames jump. Taking another sip from the mug, I look out the window, and watch as giant snowflakes fall like sheets of torn paper. Storms this time of winter aren’t unusual, but this one’s really picking up and may leave us with a couple of feet by the afternoon.
I can hear Laney in the bathroom. Every so often I hear her curse, and the sound of the tin bucket knocking against the tub. I boiled her a few kettles of hot water so she could wash up. When I handed her the bucket, she looked at me like I was an alien. My mind floods with images of her naked body as she runs a wet cloth up her leg and over her thigh. She’s just feet away from me, behind a single door, and I can’t keep my imagination in check. How would she respond if I just walked right in? Hiked her up onto the sink and took her there, without saying a word?
My cock jerks, eager for another round. It's been a long time since I've been with a woman, and after having just one taste of her, I'm ready for more.
Laney. . . It's a cute name.
The door for the bathroom creaks as she opens it, and she comes down the hall in one of my flannel button-down shirts and nothing else. She's rubbing a towel against her damp hair as she goes to stand by the fire.
“Heat, thank God,” she says with a giggle as she tips her head closer and rubs her wet head with the towel.
She looks so fuckable with her bare legs, and when she bends over to get closer to the fire, I get a delicious peek of the rounded bottoms of her ass cheeks. Biting my lip, I have to look away. I turn instead to watch the snow fall. I'm afraid if I look to long I’ll end up going over and ravaging her.
“Yeah, it'll heat up this whole place in no time now that it's going.” Grabbing a mug, I walk to the wood stove and take the percolator off the top. “Coffee?” I ask.
“Please,” she says, throwing the towel over her shoulder.
“Milk? Sugar?” I ask.
“Nah, black is fine. As long as it’s hot.”
I pour her a mug and hand it over. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.” My eyes move up and down her body as she looks into the mug and takes a sip.
Fuck, this girl is so gorgeous.
She's stripped of all her makeup and her natural beauty just leaves me speechless. There are little freckles on the bridge of her nose, and her lashes fan her eyes like a jungle canopy. Her cheeks hold a pink tint, but I'm not sure if it's from the hot water she washed with or the chill that's still in the air.