The first time he swung her into his arms, she squealed like a pig, but by the time an hour had passed and he’d lifted her at least five more times, she became accustomed to his hold. The man had muscles, that was for sure. Hell, his muscles had muscles. He didn’t grunt or appear strained each time he lifted her, so she relaxed and let him do as he would. It kept her feet clean and gave her a chance to get her hands on the man. Win-win.

After what seemed like hours, but couldn’t have been more than one, they entered a clearing. The rain still pelted them from head to toe, but relief was in sight. They crossed the mud-filled yard and she jogged up the front steps to the porch, thankful for the overhang.

While at first the rain had eased her throbbing skin, it had become bothersome. Instead of dissipating her anger, each splatter pricked her temper even more. She wouldn’t be burned if it wasn’t for Ro and Vi. She also wouldn’t be tired and achy. Or exhausted. Or soaked to the skin. Or covered in mud from the knees down. Or, or, or, or…

She also wouldn’t be locked in a cabin, alone, for an entire night with a walking wet dream. Okay, Trace’s presence did cancel out quite a few of her complaints, but she’d still be having a conversation with her sisters and their parents as soon as she got back to civilization.

Lily wiped the rainwater from her arms as she waited for Trace to open the door. She followed him through the doorway once he stepped inside and kicked off her flip-flops. “If you’ll hunt up a wet towel, I’ll wipe my feet…”

“No need.”

And there wasn’t. He scooped her into his arms after kicking off his shoes and padded through the darkened cabin. He squeezed through the bathroom door, and deposited her on the counter. She sat there stunned. The man seemed to have endless energy. Sitting on the counter as she was, she couldn’t help but stare at Trace as he dug through the linen closet. Chiseled muscle on top of chiseled muscle covered his chest. As her gaze drifted lower she was rewarded with… Oh hellooooooo, Sir!

The man had a raging hard-on. Like — Hard. On. While cold rainwater would diminish desire in most men, it definitely didn’t do that to Trace. His cock, hard, long and thick, strained against the soaked fabric of his khaki shorts. When he turned his attention back to her she swung her gaze to the opposite wall, pretending to be interested in the wallpaper.

“See something you like?”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat and squeezed her legs together. It’s getting a little hot in here. “Uh, yeah. I really need the name of your decorator. I love the wallpaper.” She squeaked the last word as Trace reached around her to lay the towels on the toilet.

“Wallpaper, huh?” She nodded. “Well, damn, and here I thought you might be staring at me. I guess I’ll just have to try a little harder if I can’t compete with thirty-year-old wallpaper.”

He nudged her thigh with his erection and she squeaked again. Men did not get that way around Lily. Smiley, happy, and laughing at her jokes? Yes. Hard? No. She wouldn’t say it had never happened, she wasn’t a virgin, but it definitely hadn’t ever happened with a man built like Trace.

He left her with a parting smile and brief instructions on how to use the shower since the taps were backward. Hot was cold and cold was hot. She remained on her perch until the door closed, muscles tense as she waited for any other innuendo. He didn’t say anything else suggestive, but his dick remained hard and at attention the entire time.

Well, what the hell was she going to do now?

Duh, shower, idiot.

Lily peeled her rain-soaked clothing from her body and dumped the dripping pile of mud-stained cloth into the sink. She’d worry about what to wear after she was clean.

After tweaking the temperature of the water to a nice soothing warmth, she stepped beneath the spray and froze, pain singeing her nerve endings. The pain radiated from the burnt surface of her skin outward and she quickly twisted the knobs of the shower, cooling the water substantially. As the chilled water sluiced over her abused skin, it seemed to ease the aching pain.

She soaked her entire body, luxuriating in the soothing effects as she washed herself from head to toe. Before today, she never would have thought a cold shower could be soothing. But as hot as her skin felt to the touch, the cool water did just that.

Clean, Lily took stock of her body’s condition. Burns covered her shoulders, chest and arms as well as her legs, but everywhere else remained blessedly pale. At least only parts of her would be in serious pain come morning.

She weighed her breasts in her hands. The plump flesh more than filled her palms and she tweaked her nipples. More than once she’d thought she caught Trace staring, but had shaken the feeling off. Now that she’d seen evidence of his arousal, maybe he had been staring. Mmm…

Lily abandoned her right breast and trailed her fingers over the roundness of her stomach to pet the juncture of her thighs. She stroked the tiny patch of hair gently before sifting through her labia. With unerring accuracy, she found her clit. Years of masturbating made it easy for a gal. Pinching her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger of her left hand, Lily circled her clit with the forefinger on her right. Round and round she goes…

Round and round she did go. Over and again she circled the tiny nubbin until it stood hard beneath her teasing finger. The entire time she imagined Trace’s hands on her, teasing and tormenting her as she lay before him.

Lily widened her stance, exposing more of her aching pussy as she traced tiny circles around her clit. Her cunt clenched and spasmed as her climax approached. She pinched and tugged on her nipple harder, enjoying the tiny bite of pain that accompanied her arousal.

Breathing heavily, she continued her climb. So close… Any second now she’d come, hard and fast, and she prayed it would take the edge off and allow her to relax a little.

Any…

Second…

A banging on the bathroom door broke her rhythm and her orgasm danced out of reach. “You okay, Lily? Didn’t pass out on me, did you?”

“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath. “Nope, I’m just fine. I’ll be out in two seconds.” Lily rinsed her hands in the cool water and willed her racing heart to calm. There goes any chance of the big “O” tonight.

Like that? Try this...

• Egyptian Voyage by TJ Michaels
• Review: Angel Moon by Shayla Kersten
• Review: Hemovore by Jordan Castillo Price
• Review: Complications by Cat Grant
• Review: Possessed by Jade Marqueen