After cleaning up the dinner dishes, we headed back up to the warmth of Holt's bed and after another round of mind-blowing sex, we fell fast asleep in each other's arms.

Noise outside the house woke me from a luxurious sleep. I lifted my head. Holt looked almost as beautiful asleep as awake. Another noise prompted me to step out of bed. I'd carried my robe and a pair of slippers out of my room to stay the night with Holt. It had taken me all of a second to convince myself to spend the night with him. I should have felt guilty at how easily the decision came. But I was at the mysterious, surreal Silk Stocking Inn, and I was living out a fantasy weekend. Somehow, a long, cold night alone, albeit in a cozy, comfy bed, would have dimmed the light on my fantasy. Especially knowing who was sleeping right next door, alone in his comfy bed. Aside from that, I could never sleep if my feet were cold. Holt's feet had provided a perfect place to warm my toes under the covers.

There was definitely a chill in the room as I tiptoed to the window to see what was happening in the yard below. I roped back the heavy damask curtains and pushed aside the gauzy curtains beneath. "Oh," I said and quickly covered my mouth to not wake Holt.

A round gold moon was holding steady in a black and silver sky as it spotlighted the yard below. The lightest, frilliest snow was falling as a large black bear plodded across the yard. She was moving slow and looked much thinner than I would have expected. I'd only ever seen one other bear years ago on a family vacation at the lake. My brother had left our ice chest out on the porch and had neglected to dump out the day's leftover sandwiches. Needless to say, there was nothing left of the sandwiches or the ice chest after that.

Footsteps behind me sent a shiver through my body that had nothing to do with cold air. And once Holt's chest pressed against my back and his arms wrapped around me, I didn't need to worry about the chill at all.

"Hmm, my human heater. I could get used to this." The second I said the words, I felt a pang of regret. I knew this was just a weekend fling and then Monday morning would arrive and I'd be back in reality where the only Ziggy was the digital version on my computer.

Fortunately, Holt ignored my comment and concentrated on the scene outside. The bear glanced around in Coco's garden. There was little growing there except the remnants of some squash plants and a few moldy heads of lettuce. The bear concluded that it was not worth the effort and moved on.

"That's Gretel. She has two cubs in her den. Looks like a lot of her stored fat is gone and, unlike Yogi, she doesn't have a lot of picnic baskets around here to keep her plump."

I watched as she plodded back into the trees lining the property. "So I do remember my third grade science. I saw her and wondered why she was out in the winter."

"It's late winter and spring is near enough that she's probably getting restless. The cubs are probably getting too big for the den, which is just a half mile or so back in the woods."

"I've heard they can be extremely dangerous when they have cubs."

"Absolutely. We forest rangers have a running joke about it—if you run into a bear in the woods, keep your eye on them and back slowly away. You should be fine. If you run into a mama bear with cubs, just turn around and kiss your ass good-bye. You're done. Occasionally, we get a call from some knucklehead who stopped to take pictures of the cubs and found themselves trapped in their car."

He spun me around to face him. His lashes dropped as he pushed apart the panels on my robe. His thumb rubbed my nipple. "You are cold, snow angel. I think you need to climb back under the covers with me."

My slippers slapped the wood floor as he led me back to the bed. He grabbed a condom from the dresser and swept back the covers. He climbed on first and sat back against the headboard. His cock was standing at full attention, almost summoning me to come closer.

I kicked off my slippers but kept the robe over my shoulders as I climbed onto the bed. I straddled over him, a knee on each side of his thighs. The tip of his very long cock rubbed against my pussy.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue in circles around my nipple. I pushed my breast closer and wrapped my arms around his head, holding his mouth against me. While teasing and kissing my nipples, he took hold of my hips and guided me over him. I lowered myself down over him, taking in as much as I possibly could.

"I think you feel even bigger in this position," I sighed as my eyes drifted shut, losing myself in the feel of him inside of me.

"Hmm, your pussy feels like a fucking glove, tight and warm." He lifted himself to meet me as I slid up and down his shaft. I squeezed my legs, wanting to hold him hard and fast between my thighs. With each movement, it seemed his cock drove deeper inside of me, knocking the breath out of me with each upward thrust.

My pussy ached with it all. Holt's hands took hold of my ass cheeks to help me move faster. My clit heated with friction as I rubbed against him with each pass. He held my ass tightly and moved his fingers down to spread me even wider. I cried out as it seemed he'd gone even deeper to a sweet spot that had never been touched. And then, as if a magic erotic switch had been turned on by the touch of his firm cock, my pussy exploded into an orgasm. He followed instantly with his own.

I held onto him as my body trembled in ecstasy. It was a good minute before the shuddering waves of pleasure slowed and I could catch a breath. I collapsed into his arms. They were arms I could spend eternity in and be happy forever.