I woke up that morning with a rage going on inside. The thought of her sleeping just below me was enough to keep my blood frenzied and coursing through my body. It left me with a steaming hard on. I felt like stone. How the fuck am I ever going to get this down with her below.

I rolled over and studied her.

Her face was turned slightly towards the morning light, and she looked beautiful, like an angel, or a goddess. I could have lain there watching her forever. I should have offered my bed, but she had a way of rubbing me up the wrong way. Talking of rubbing, I was dying to relieve myself. I always slept naked and my hand fisted around my cock.

Oh, fuck it. This is bullshit.

Keeping my blankets wrapped around me, I climbed down the ladder. Stark naked underneath two layers of wool plaid and barefoot, I paused when a floorboard creaked. She stirred and twisted beneath the blankets, leaving the gentle curve of her neck exposed.

That’s it. I’m over the edge.

I turned on my heel, pulled the door open, and hurdled the thigh high snow blocking the doorway. My feet plummeted into the thick snow as I ran farther into the white wilderness. I pushed myself naked through the thick powder the whole five hundred yards from the cabin to the creek.

Ah, the joys of mountain living.

My blood was running so hot for Katrina, the freezing cold water of the creek was the only thing to cool me right down. I dropped my blankets at the bank, placed my feet on the round stones that sat a few inches below the water, and shuffled myself out. The paper-thin layer of ice cracked, and I dropped in through the hole in the ice.

Oh FUCK! Icy water lapped around my balls, and my erection subsided instantly.

The creek was just deep enough to wade through up to my chest. I splashed water with my arms out wide. Anybody would think I was crazy.

Hell, maybe I was.

I let a woman drive me from my warm bed to a near frozen creek first thing in the morning. It was so damn cold it was impossible to stay long. I waded back to the bank where I’d discarded my blankets, and wrapping them around me quickly, I retraced my steps back through the snow.

My plan was to go back into the cabin for some clothes, then go out to the workshop without waking her up, but when I walked in she was sitting up and in the process of pulling her sweater back over her. Her arms up in the air and her breasts were exposed. Her nipples were like pebbles. Why the hell was she not changing behind the blanket I’d thrown over the washing line running across the cabin especially for her?

I felt like I had to go back to the creek and start again.

She pulled her roll neck down from her face. My blood was racing again. I was staring at her like a deer in the headlights when I realized she was staring right back at me. Not because I’d walked in on her dressing, but because my blanket had come open. There should have been nothing to see except my balls and dick shriveled up and red with the cold, but in fact, I was already way past at half-mast. Maybe she would think it was morning wood. I gathered the blanket up around my waist and went for my jeans, T-shirt, and flannel shirt.

“You’re all wet,” she observed. “Where did you go?”

“A dip in the creek.”

She arched a dirty-blonde eyebrow. “Jeez. You must be losing it up here all alone.” A look of mischief came into her eyes. “Or maybe I should call you Ice-man.”

I glared at her and she changed tack.

“I put some coffee on the stove,” she said. “Hope that’s ok.”

I may have let out a grunt. I even felt like a fucking bear this morning.

“I can’t go anywhere in the morning without having coffee first,” she added conversationally.

This woman had a way of making my hackles rise. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Um … I thought you were taking me into town so that I can call someone about getting my car towed? That was the plan, right?”

Without explaining what should have been obvious to her, I went ahead and finished dressing.

“It’s just … I thought you couldn’t wait to get rid of me, so I figured we’d be going into town first thing this morning.”

I rolled up the sleeves of my flannel shirt as I crossed over to the radio. You can’t pick up much on the radio out here, but there should be enough coming through the airwaves to let the weather report explain to this city chick why she will not be going anywhere this morning.

“I don’t understand. Can you just say something, please?”

I turned on the radio and adjusted the dial to find a signal.