CHAPTER THREE

Madison

“I shouldn't,” I said in a low voice. I glanced around the cabin, knowing I wasn't supposed to be here.

The man of the cabin stepped closer to me. “You should. I'll make sure you have a good time.”

I could feel my face flushing, my arousal heightening. “I can't,” I whispered, but every part of my body yearned to stay with him.

“I think you can, and I know you want to. Stay with me,” his voice was deep and husky.

The sound of it sent shivers down my spine and caused goosebumps to break out all over my body. I stood there, squeezing my legs tightly together, rubbing my jeans close against my pussy that was suddenly aching with need. I wanted the man so badly. I couldn't resist.

“You-I—” I couldn't string words together to form a sentence. All I could do was feel. I wanted him deep inside me. I needed to feel the weight of him over me, driving into me. I wanted the perfect stranger who was making me wet simply by looking at me. I stared back at him, taking note of every detail of his face.

My God, he was hot. There was a certain dangerous quality about him that had me very excited. It was the danger that made it all that much more desirable. His body was huge, like the typical mountain man. I could see his muscles straining underneath that snug T-shirt he was wearing. His biceps were bulging, and his pecs seemed to be dancing as his arms moved up to reach out to me. His legs look like tree trunks under his jeans, a little too tight around the thighs.

“It's okay,” he whispered, stepping closer to me.

I could feel his warm breath blowing across my neck as he leaned down. He was very tall. His brown hair was a little too long, but it was what I would expect from a man who lived in the middle of nowhere. It had a Johnny Depp quality that I found incredibly sexy. Was it as soft as it looked? I ran my hand up and smiled when I discovered it was silky and thick.

His brown eyes met mine, and I could feel myself practically melting. There was a warm sensation low in my belly that spiraled up and down. My panties were growing wet with my desire. The way he looked at me made me feel as if I was the sexiest, most desirable woman in the world.

His mouth came down on mine, slowly, probing, but not too demanding. His lips were soft—a contradiction to the rest of his hardness. I stepped closer to him, needing to feel his body against my own. I was pleasantly surprised to feel a very large and very hard erection pressed into my belly. I deepened the kiss, demanding more from this strange man who had captivated me, rubbing against that massive cock, wanting to know what it would feel like pushing inside me. I was a small woman. Would I be able to handle a man as big as my mountain man?

He bent down, put an arm behind my knees, and lifted me up. My eyes widened in excitement as he lifted me. He made me feel weightless. He carried me down the short hall, used a foot to kick open a door, and strode across a very masculine bedroom. The large bed in the center of the room with a rustic headboard and large pine posts amped up my excitement, and my imagination ran wild as I thought about all the dirty sex we could have in that bed.

I lay on his bed, intently watching to see what he would do next. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted him. I wanted him in every way, and I didn't care about Mark back home. The way this man looked at me was far more intense than Mark was ever capable of matching. I quickly banished Mark from my thoughts and focused on the man who had moved over me, pulling my warm sweater up my stomach. I lifted my arms, giving him full permission to remove my shirt.

As if he would have waited for me to grant permission.

His hands moved to unbutton the snap on my skinny jeans, and he slowly tugged them down. I was a little embarrassed I didn't have on sexy panties, but I had been thinking about comfort when I’d dressed that morning, not about sex with a hot stranger.

He didn't seem to mind the plain old cotton panties and pulled them off immediately after my pants were gone. He slid one hand under my back, unhooked my bra, and shucked that as well. I lay there on his bed, completely naked and throbbing. I didn't know what he wanted from me, but I knew I would give it to him.

The man never spoke, which was intimidating but arousing. He didn't need to use words. His eyes and his touch said it all.

One of his rough, large hands slid over my breasts and down my stomach. I knew what he wanted when he looked between my legs with obvious intent. I slowly spread them a bit wider. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I chastised myself for being so bold, but I shut that part down in a hurry. I was hot and wet and willing to do whatever the man asked if he pleased me, and deep down, I knew he would.

He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and pulled my body closer to him until my butt was on the very edge. He draped my legs over his shoulders and dove between my legs. The first swipe of his tongue on the outer lips of my bare pussy nearly drove me over the edge. He used two fingers to part the lips and ran his tongue oh so slowly up and then down my clit.

One of my hands went to the top of his head, and the other gripped one of his massive shoulders as I jackknifed up. I wanted him to stop as much as I wanted him to keep going. Thankfully, the decision was not in my hands.

He put one hand in the middle of my stomach and forced me back down to lay flat on my back while he ravished my pussy with his tongue. My hands fell beside me, gripping the quilt that had covered the bed. His tongue pushed inside me, and I could feel the climax brewing. I was so close. He lapped at me, his tongue working in slow, hard circles against my clit, driving me so close to the edge, I felt I would fall over the cliff at any second. His teeth nibbled at the hard nub above my opening, and I fell into a blissful sea of orgasm, coming for what felt like forever.

He stood and pushed me back on the bed a little, leaving my legs on his shoulders. He pushed in, slow at first, and then he began to plunge into me with such force, my body jerked across the bed. I grabbed the quilt in my hands, holding on as he thrust into me over and over with force. My legs bounced against his shoulders with the motion. He quickly wrapped an arm around my ankles to keep my legs firmly planted against him as he rammed deep inside me.

I had no warning at all. The climax washed over me, jerking my body with hard spasms. He kept fucking me, hard and fast right through the climax. My body felt too many sensations at once. My head thrashed back and forth as I struggled to reign in the myriad of feelings coursing through my body.

I looked up to see determination on his face and knew he was working to bring me to a third climax. I couldn't. No way! My body couldn't possibly come again in such a short period of time.

He pulled out of me, and I cried out at the loss. He bent down and flipped me over, yanked my hips into the air, and pushed into me again. The penetration was deeper than before, creating a whole new slew of sensations for my mind to comprehend. I could feel him becoming frantic. It was contagious. He pushed in, rotated his hips in a wide circle, and then pulled out.

He repeated the motion, and I could hear a keening sound in the distance. My mind struggled to make sense of it. Then, I realized it was me. I was on the brink of another orgasm. I wanted it so badly, but it dangled out of reach. I could feel his dick growing, stretching me to the point of pleasurable pain, and I knew he was about to come. I wanted to come with him.

I reached a finger between my legs and pressed against my clit as he pushed in. I pressed and rubbed, and the stirring of my climax started in my toes. I knew it was coming; I just needed him to go a little deeper and harder.

I arched my back and pressed my ass against his hard thighs and rubbed my clit. The climax slammed into me at the same time he started to come. His short bursts into me felt too good to ever put into his words. It was explosive, and stars danced in front of my eyes.

My body floated back down to earth from somewhere in the atmosphere where his fucking had sent me. I could feel the pillow beneath my head and the firm mattress below me. I lay there, my breathing and heart rate returning to normal. My body felt tingly all over and absolutely relaxed.

Wait. Something wasn't right.

I fought to clear the cobwebs in my head. I felt as if I was in dark, dark room, and I couldn't see anything. My eyes were closed. They refused to open. I strained and managed to open them enough to see my surroundings.

I was in the cabin. Chase, the man who lived in the cabin, was sitting on the mattress beside me. One hand touching my head.

He must have seen the confusion and alarm on my face.

“You're in my cabin. My bed. You were in an accident yesterday.”

I blinked, trying to make sense of everything. Had I really had sex with him or was that a dream? I filtered through the millions of bits of information that flooded my brain. No. There had been no sex. That had been a dream. One hell of a dream.

“I don't feel so good,” I mumbled, my voice harsh.

I reached a hand up to my throat. It felt raw.

“Here,” he said, holding a glass of water. “I'm going to lift you up, and you can take a few slow drinks to help wet your mouth. I imagine it's awful dry after being asleep for so long.”

I did as he instructed, feeling a little better as the cool water washed down my throat. I lay back down in the pillows and tried to rewind my brain. I was missing some big chunks of information.

“How?” I mumbled. I didn't have the energy to ask full questions. My head hurt, and I didn't want to move any part of my body, including my mouth. I felt like hell.

He shushed me and told me to close my eyes. I wanted answers, but I also felt exhausted. I needed to sleep. Except I was pretty sure he just told me I had been asleep for the last twenty-four hours.

What the hell?