Chapter Seven
Xander
Holy shit! She was perfect. Her body glistened under the candle light and crystal clear bath water. I tried not to look, but it was impossible. This woman had gotten to me—I knew that already. Now, with her lying naked in my tub, staring up at me with hungry green eyes, there was no denying my attraction.
My inner demons battled against one another, one telling me it was natural, the other telling me it was wrong. She wasn’t in her right mind. She didn’t even remember her own name, but I knew she felt it too, at least I think she did.
I reached into the water, causing her to shudder as my hand gripped her leg. “I’m just elevating this,” I reassured her, placing her ankle on the edge of the tub.
Her long red hair fell over the side of the tub as she sunk into the water, looking relaxed and satisfied by its warmth. I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching out to touch it. It had been so long since I’d touched a woman, and I had no idea how badly I missed it until right in the moment her silky strands rolled through my fingers.
“You want some help washing your hair?” I asked reluctantly.
She turned to look at me, her face displaying an emotion I was incapable of reading.
“I-uh, I mean I just thought it would be awkward for you is all,” I stammered, feeling like that nineteen-year-old kid in the strip club getting his first lap dance.
“Thank you,” she smiled, lifting herself up from the water and scooting down the tub.
I pushed her hair into the water, and then reached for the plastic pitcher I kept on the floor to rinse my own mane when bathing. Her eyes closed as I filled the pitcher with her bath water, giving me an opportunity to scan her body freely without fear of being caught. Fuck, my dick was pressing against my jeans so hard it hurt.
I soaked her hair and then lathered the shampoo through it, using my fingers to massage her scalp and cause her to moan with pleasure. My dick twitched against my jeans, begging to be let out. I took a deep breath, willed the erection to calm, and started rinsing the suds from the red locks.
Soap clouded the water, leaving my eyes disappointed, but my dick relieved, but only for a moment. “Do you have a razor?” she asked.
My eyes widened at her request, knowing she’d need assistance with at least one leg, if not both. I rose up from the floor, grabbed the razor from the sink, and quickly handed it to her. “Do you mind?” she asked.
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t have spoken if I wanted to. I nodded like an idiot, taking the razor back from her, and reached for the soap to lather up her smooth flesh.
Bailey rested against the back of the tub, trusting me with the sharp tool to remove the soft hairs growing from her legs. I wasn’t an expert, but to me, it appeared she hadn’t shaved in a while from the lack of hard stubble. Maybe she didn’t have a man. My dick twitched again as I pulled the razor up her leg with a slow, steady stroke.
I gave her other leg the same treatment, leaving her skin smooth and silky when finished. “You need anything else shaved?” I smirked, twirling the razor between two fingers like a pistol.
She laughed, lifting my soul from the deep, dark place it had been for so long and bringing it closer to my heart. “I can handle that,” she grinned, snatching the razor from me.
“I’ll be outside. Yell when you need help out,” I gloated and quickly made my way out of the room before she could notice the bulge in my jeans.
My head spun like a helicopter blade as I leaned against the wall outside the bathroom. What had gotten into me? This was our fourth day, going on fourth night together, stuck in this small cabin. Maybe it was cabin fever and nothing else.
Her sweet voice rolled from the bathroom after twenty minutes, asking me to help her out. I rubbed the front of my jeans, ensuring my erection had diminished before walking inside. I held up a large towel by tucking it under my chin, and then leaned down to lift her from the water. Her body dripped with suds as I pushed the towel around her body, leaning her into my chest. She balanced herself using me and the wall as I lifted her into my arms. Her warmth, her freshly cleaned scent, and the feel of her heart beating against my chest had my emotions flying to places they’d never been, places I never thought they could go.
I didn’t want to put her down, but I knew she’d become leery if I just carried her in my arms until the storm ended. I carefully placed her on the couch, and then stepped back to admire her with a smile. “I’ll find you some clean clothes,” I offered, leaving her on the couch to continue drying herself.
I pulled out the smallest pair of sweat pants and matching sweat shirt I could find, along with some warm socks. She slipped the sweatshirt over her head without my help, refusing to put back on the bra. “That thing was a death trap. I have no idea how you got it loose so easily,” she chuckled.
I offered up a proud smirk, carrying on the bluff that I was some sort of love master. I was far from it. Women terrified the hell out of me. Not that I hadn’t been with women before; I’d been with plenty. Sex wasn’t so scary—it was everything else. What came after sex…that was what scared me about women.
“Let me help you,” I chimed in, kneeling to my knees in front of her as she struggled with the sweat pants.
Her cheeks were bright red as I gripped her sore ankle carefully and slid the material over her foot. As I moved to her other leg, I caught a quick glimpse of the sweet flesh between her legs. She’d shaved, not entirely, but trimmed rather nicely. Her pink pussy spread open, just enough for the pink to torture my cock as I slid the jogging pants up her legs. I lifted her so she could pull them around her hips, and then let her settle into the couch.
“The heat helped my hip,” she proclaimed, squirming in her seat. “I think it’s just a bad bruise that’ll be just fine,” she added cheerfully.
I was glad to hear it wasn’t broken. I knew, even though I hadn’t told her, that a break like that could set up infection without proper treatment. “Good,” I smiled.
The front of my jeans was still tight, too tight to stand around here staring at Bailey. “I’m gonna chop more wood before it gets too late,” I mumbled, quickly grabbing my coat, gloves, and hat, and headed for the front door.
The snow blew in from every direction as I grabbed five logs from the stack under my deck. I pulled the radio from my pocket and turned it on. The weather man gave news of more storms, more snow, and more cold. I was certain Bailey was going to be disappointed. I could barely see to aim the axe, but managed to get three of the logs split into quarters before my hands started to go numb. The coldness ridded my crippling erection, and I knew it would take quite a bit for it to return anytime soon, so I headed back in with my load.
Inside, Bailey was already moved into the bed. She was snuggled up against the headboard, the blankets pulled to her neck. She held a book in her hand, one that I didn’t recognize. “What are you reading?” I asked.
She shrugged, turned the book over, and looked at the cover. “It’s a romance novel. I didn’t take you for that type of reader,” she teased.
“I’m not. Where did it come from?” I questioned.
“In that basket, under the last blanket I pulled out,” she pointed to the basket in the corner of the room.
“Okay. That was here when I moved in. A lot of the furnishings were left behind,” I explained, not wanting her to think I read romance novels.
“Sure,” she teased with a smile.
“Seriously, do I look like the kind of guy that reads romance novels?” I shook my head.
Bailey flipped the book over, showing me the cover. A long haired man with an open silk shirt and rippled chest held a small-waisted woman in his arms. Some imaginary wind blew his golden locks so they flowed from his shoulders, while the woman’s hair remained perfectly in place. “You look like the kind of man romance novels are written about,” she purred.
Fuck. It didn’t take long for my cock to thaw out and start to swell. “Wow,” I howled, unable to remove the frozen smile from my face. “I wanted to let you know, the weather is getting worse. May take longer than expected to get you outta here,” I warned, changing the subject before my dick exploded.
She didn’t react the way I’d thought. Her lips curled into a soft smile, and her eyes seemed indifferent to the news.
“I’m really sorry that you’re stuck all the way out here,” I apologized.
“Don’t be. I’m actually starting to enjoy it,” she chirped.
“Really? You like being away from everything, and everyone, eh?” I chuckled, amused by the fact she may be more like me than she realized, than either of us realized.
“I’m not away from everyone,” she flirted. Holy shit, was she really flirting?
“Oh yeah, stuck here with me, that’s a blast,” I coughed.
“There’s only one thing that could make it more enjoyable.” Bailey’s eyes batted as her lips curled into a crooked smile.
“What’s that?” I choked out, swallowing hard to rid the lump growing in my throat.
“You, snuggling up in this bed with me,” she cooed.
Wow!