“This is incredible,” I said as I moved from the main room and farther into the cabin.
A decent sized kitchenette was to the right of the living area, and to the left was a desk with a computer. I hadn’t noticed a TV anywhere. Though, I highly doubted Trent and I would be spending time watching television.
Beyond two frosted glass French doors was the bedroom. Decorated in a similar color scheme—hunter greens, golds, and dark cherry woods—the master suite was twice the size of the main room.
The biggest four-poster bed I’d ever seen sat in the middle of the room. Piled with pillows and blankets, it called to me. Traveling exhausted me, and I’d give anything to curl up in that bed right now. But I felt gross and needed a shower. Not to mention food. A solid nine hours had passed since I’d last eaten, and my stomach was grumbling.
I wandered into the attached bathroom, fully expecting a standard hotel-type bathroom, but I should’ve known better. His and her sinks sat beneath a massive mirror surrounded by lights. Not only was there a double headed shower, there was a hot tub, too!
“Well, what do you think?” Trent asked. He stood in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed.
“Are you kidding? This place is amazing. I’m never leaving.” I laughed.
“So, you’re not disappointed we’re not lounging on a beach somewhere?” he asked.
“Nope.” I shook my head, approached him, and trailed my finger down his chest. “But if we were on a beach somewhere, you’d get to see me in my bikini. I’d practically be half naked the entire time, so I guess it’s your loss, really.”
His eyes darkened and narrowed slightly. “Maybe. Maybe not.” He shrugged and pushed away from the doorjamb. “Because here, in the privacy of this cabin, I can have you completely naked any time I want.” His voice dipped low, and a shiver wiggled down my spine.
“That’s true, too,” I said, suddenly breathless.
In a flash, Trent had me pinned against the wall, and then his lips crashed down over mine. There was a flurry of clothes flying in all directions as we tore at each other, and his hands were everywhere all at once, exploring and teasing, until finally, he pushed himself into me.
My head fell back against the wall as I clung to him and cried out.
He made the deepest, most guttural sound I’d ever heard. “My God, Chloe,” he said around a groan. “You feel so damn good.” He nipped at my earlobe. “You’re like my personal heaven.”
“Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Don’t ever stop.”
And he didn’t stop—he took me right there against the wall, and I didn’t even care that we never made it to the bed.
AFTER SHOWERING AND CHANGING into clean clothes, I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail and checked my reflection in the mirror. My face was still flushed from my and Trent’s recent physical activity.
I grinned at the memory. Being with Trent was always mind blowing, but what we’d done tonight? It had been so raw and desperate, and I’d enjoyed every second of it. Sure, making love with him in a bed was really nice, too, but the uncontrollable need that had torn through both of us, the feeling that if we didn’t have each other right then and there we’d combust… that was spectacular.
Maybe he’d been on to something earlier when he suggested sending Ivy a thank you card. I should do that when we returned home.
I walked out of the bedroom to find Trent sitting on the sofa, TV remote in his hand. Apparently, there was a television—it was built into the wall above the fireplace. He glanced up and smiled, and my heart beat triple time.
Tossing the remote onto the coffee table, he stood, and I took the opportunity to stare at him. He was dressed in black jeans that were the perfect fit for him, a cream colored sweater, and black boots. God, he looked good.
“Ready?” he asked, his tone amused.
“I just need shoes,” I said, suddenly very thankful I’d packed boots.
Not that they were suitable for being out in the snow for extended periods of time, but they were warm, and they matched my outfit, which was similar to Trent’s. Jeans and a sweater, though mine was a V-neck and form fitting.
I rummaged around in my luggage until I found my boots, then sat on the sofa to pull them on. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” I asked.
“Figured we’d go to the main lodge, get something to eat, maybe hang out there for a while, if you want. They have game rooms with darts, air hockey, pool tables… I believe they have live music, too, that we can check out,” he said, his voice becoming more distant by the word.
I glanced up at him, worried something might be wrong. But he was staring at me intently, that familiar glint in his eyes. The look that said he wanted me. Again.
“Or we can go eat, then come back here,” he said, his tone husky.
A spark of desire ignited in my belly, and I stood. “How long are we staying here?” I asked.
He lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug. “A few days. Why?”
“Because it hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours since we drank that potion, and how many times have we had sex?” I asked, brow raised.
“Not nearly enough,” he said.
I laughed. “That’s exactly my point. We literally can’t help ourselves. Maybe we should just lock ourselves inside this cabin for the next two days, or until the side effects of this potion wear off, and then we can do whatever you have planned.”
He grinned and sauntered toward me. “Now that’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.” He slid his arms around my waist and
