He is long. And thick. And so hard. There went my assumption that he wasn’t affected by me. Which of course is normal since I’m probably the only woman he’s been close to in seven years but it boosts my feminine ego.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his neck. I think he shudders in response but he pulls back just then and I’m left feeling cold.
He gives me a tight nod and looks away. His throat moves as he swallows. “That bear has been around for a while. I think he’s still young and has had little to no interaction with humans. And I’ve given him treats before so…”
I nod, feeling strangely awkward. “Well… um… thanks. For keeping me calm and… close.” Oh God, this needs to end now. “I should go back. I’m likely to attract more wild animals with the scent of fear I’m probably excreting so…” I gesture towards the general area of the cabin and then I all but run out of there. I know he’s following close behind but I need to calm my freaking hormones before I can operate normally around him. Because right now, all that’s in my mind is how he felt pressed against me. How he would feel moving inside me…
Oh God, stop! This is wrong! I’m getting him to make me the freaking map and then leaving. That’s what I should do.
As I reach the cabin and push the door open, I’m stopped dead in my tracks when I hear his deep voice calling me.
“Cassandra.”
My heart starts beating wildly again. He has never said my name before. And why would it be so important that he did? But it is. It feels like it’s of great importance. It feels as if he tied a rope around my body and pulled me closer to him.
I turn around to face him. He seems as awkward as me as he rubs a hand over his cheek, stirring the hair from his beard. “I’ll take you to the nearest town tomorrow but… Do you have a pair of scissors I could use? It’s hard to shave with the knife and it’s even harder when the hair is this long…” He gestures around his face and I’m stunned that he would ask something of me.
And then I laugh. “Sure,” I say smiling. “I can give you a haircut too if you’d like. And I have a few razors I can give you, if you don’t mind that they’re pink.”
He surprises me even further when he chuckles and his lips form a small smile. “No, I think I’ll be fine with the color. It’s not like there’s anyone around to doubt my masculinity.”
Oh, that turns my face into a heated mess. No, his masculinity can definitely not be doubted as evidenced by the hard length I felt before. Oh God, my eyes fleet to his groin involuntarily and now I’m seriously redder than a cherry.
I clear my throat and nod. “So, um… Whenever you want… I can help you with… the scissors.” Before I can embarrass myself more, I turn around and hide inside the cabin. He doesn’t follow me in and I’m partly grateful partly disappointed. I push both feelings aside and search my bag for my scissors. If I can do one thing for him before I go then it will have to be that.
Chapter Seven
“S tay still,” I order him softly. I have him sitting on the chair in front of the fireplace. The light from the window isn’t enough to be efficient but he insisted on doing it inside so the wind won’t scatter the hair and attract animals. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he says emphatically and I realize it’s the first time I’ve seen him acting something other than calm or angry. “I couldn’t do it on my own and it’s a huge fucking problem when I’m working.”
“Okay then,” I say, snapping the scissors. “I’ve never done this before so I hope you won’t regret this.”
“Cassandra,” his says softly, causing goose bumps to break out over every inch of my skin, “it’s not like I’ll be ashamed to get out of the cabin if you cut it wrong. Just grab and cut anything you can.”
“Right. Here we go.”
I start by grabbing as much of his hair length as I
“Thank you,” I whisper against his neck. I think he shudders in response but he pulls back just then and I’m left feeling cold.
He gives me a tight nod and looks away. His throat moves as he swallows. “That bear has been around for a while. I think he’s still young and has had little to no interaction with humans. And I’ve given him treats before so…”
I nod, feeling strangely awkward. “Well… um… thanks. For keeping me calm and… close.” Oh God, this needs to end now. “I should go back. I’m likely to attract more wild animals with the scent of fear I’m probably excreting so…” I gesture towards the general area of the cabin and then I all but run out of there. I know he’s following close behind but I need to calm my freaking hormones before I can operate normally around him. Because right now, all that’s in my mind is how he felt pressed against me. How he would feel moving inside me…
Oh God, stop! This is wrong! I’m getting him to make me the freaking map and then leaving. That’s what I should do.
As I reach the cabin and push the door open, I’m stopped dead in my tracks when I hear his deep voice calling me.
“Cassandra.”
My heart starts beating wildly again. He has never said my name before. And why would it be so important that he did? But it is. It feels like it’s of great importance. It feels as if he tied a rope around my body and pulled me closer to him.
I turn around to face him. He seems as awkward as me as he rubs a hand over his cheek, stirring the hair from his beard. “I’ll take you to the nearest town tomorrow but… Do you have a pair of scissors I could use? It’s hard to shave with the knife and it’s even harder when the hair is this long…” He gestures around his face and I’m stunned that he would ask something of me.
And then I laugh. “Sure,” I say smiling. “I can give you a haircut too if you’d like. And I have a few razors I can give you, if you don’t mind that they’re pink.”
He surprises me even further when he chuckles and his lips form a small smile. “No, I think I’ll be fine with the color. It’s not like there’s anyone around to doubt my masculinity.”
Oh, that turns my face into a heated mess. No, his masculinity can definitely not be doubted as evidenced by the hard length I felt before. Oh God, my eyes fleet to his groin involuntarily and now I’m seriously redder than a cherry.
I clear my throat and nod. “So, um… Whenever you want… I can help you with… the scissors.” Before I can embarrass myself more, I turn around and hide inside the cabin. He doesn’t follow me in and I’m partly grateful partly disappointed. I push both feelings aside and search my bag for my scissors. If I can do one thing for him before I go then it will have to be that.
Chapter Seven
“S tay still,” I order him softly. I have him sitting on the chair in front of the fireplace. The light from the window isn’t enough to be efficient but he insisted on doing it inside so the wind won’t scatter the hair and attract animals. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he says emphatically and I realize it’s the first time I’ve seen him acting something other than calm or angry. “I couldn’t do it on my own and it’s a huge fucking problem when I’m working.”
“Okay then,” I say, snapping the scissors. “I’ve never done this before so I hope you won’t regret this.”
“Cassandra,” his says softly, causing goose bumps to break out over every inch of my skin, “it’s not like I’ll be ashamed to get out of the cabin if you cut it wrong. Just grab and cut anything you can.”
“Right. Here we go.”
I start by grabbing as much of his hair length as I
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