“Let’s get you to bed. You’ve been up for almost two days straight. We’ll make breakfast together tomorrow. Does that sound good?”
“Okay, I would cook if you wanted something.”
“I know, but I’m going to bed when you do. It’s been a long day.”
She nodded, and we went inside. Part of me hoped for the storm of the century. Sometimes, it felt like we were fighting our physical attraction to the point that it made us distance ourselves emotionally.
“Brandt, are you awake?” Her soft voice woke me.
I sat up and peered at the barely opened door. Her silhouette came into focus.
“Yeah, I’m awake. Is everything okay?” My voice was hoarse as I spoke.
“It’s cold. I went to turn up the heat, but I think the power is out.”
With the blankets now at my waist, I could feel the cold air. And the alarm clock on the nightstand wasn’t showing the red numbers that would normally stared back at me. I checked the time on my phone—it was after two in the morning.
When my feet touched the cold wood floor, I cursed. “Shit, it’s freezing.”
Nikola’s silhouette shook a little. “I know.”
I walked toward her. It was still pitch black in the house, and I couldn’t see anything clearly. As I opened the door, she moved back a little.
“Let’s get a fire going. We can sleep out in the living room next to the fireplace.”
“O-o-okay.”
Her teeth were chattering from the cold. I turned back and grabbed a pile of blankets and pillows from my bed. As I came back over to her, I handed her one.
“Use this to keep you warm until I can get the fire going
“T-t-thank-s.”
We slowly made our way to the front of the house. I tossed the blankets and pillows on the floor and started the gas fireplace. Flames appeared and I turned it up on high. I set the remote down back on the mantel and turned. Nikola sat on the couch, now, barely visible with the covers wrapped around her. Only her eyes were showing. She was adorable.
“I’m going to close all the doors so the fireplace will get this area warmer quicker. Then I’ll come out here and make us a place to sleep. With all the windows, the fireplace is going to have a hard time keeping up.”
All I got was a nod that made me laugh. As I headed down the hallway I heard her call, “It’s not funny. I’m turning into an icicle in here.”
I didn’t respond as I went around and closed all the doors. It seemed like fate was working for me tonight. She was going to be cold, which meant my chances of sleeping next to her had increased significantly. I needed to play it cool.
An idea formed, and I grabbed the sleeping bag out of the hallway closet. In addition, I got a mattress pad to lay on the floor. I went back into the room where Nikola sat shivering on the floor right in front of the gas fireplace. I laid out the mattress pad and put a quilt from my bed on top, followed by the sleeping bag for two and another blanket.
“The bed is ready.”
Nikola stood at my words and froze. “Are we sleeping together?”
Her eyes shot down to my chest. I’d forgotten I was shirtless and wearing only boxers. I moved into our makeshift bed as she watched me, still wrapped in the blanket.
“Do you want me freezing on the couch? I don’t have another sleeping bag.”
Since I only had the one sleeping bag, it was technically true. Nikola and I had bought it for a weekend camping trip. The part I left out was there were still enough blankets in the house to make a second bed. But maybe this would work.
The sound of the flames and the ticking of the mantel clock was all I could hear. She cleared her throat. Just in case she was on the edge, I added, “This is the sleeping bag we bought together. Remember how warm it is?”
“Yes, I do remember. I don’t want either of us to be cold.”
She dropped the blanket and without thinking I said, “Fuck me.”
Nikola stopped and looked down at her outfit. She giggled. “Looks like we were both ill-prepared for this. I left my robe in the hotel in Memphis, and I only brought my nighties to sleep in.”
Her black silk nighty had a deep V-neck lining, and it only came down to her mid-thigh. Her tits were front and center. She only hesitated for a moment before she slipped under the covers. Her little icy feet touched my legs as she sought heat.
“Shit, Nikola. You’re freezing.”
She was flush up against me. “I know. You’re warm. This reminds me of Stone Mountain.”
I brought her closer to me. She smelled like cherry blossoms. “Me, too. That was an amazing night.”
“One of the best nights of my life.”
Squeezing her a little firmer against me, I felt as if we were progressing. I knew being together would help things fall into place. This worked out better than I could have ever hoped. I tried to warm us up as her fingers wrapped around my middle. I kissed the top of her head, and she looked up at me. The flames danced about, casting shadows on her features. Only the two of us existed in this moment. I could feel her breathing increasing and wasn’t sure what to do. Fear of rejection and pushing her too far kept me from trying to kiss her. To have her in my arms all night was better than a few seconds of kissing.
Nikola scooted herself up slightly. “The only reason I didn’t kiss you outside the club is because I didn’t want secrets between us.”
“And how do you feel now about me kissing you?”
Nikola answered my question with her lips descending on mine. Our mouths opened to each other as one hand went to her back and the other on her neck. Our tongues intertwined, getting reacquainted. She pulled back, and we continued giving each other small kisses. She tasted better than I’d remembered. I longed for more.
“Brandt, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t glad this ice storm pushed us to the next step. I was terrified to take it, and I think I’ve been keeping you at arm’s length because of that fear. The moment you brought me into your arms, I knew I was ready to kiss you.”
Music to my ears. I kissed her, afraid I was going to wake from this dream.
“You’re mine, Nikola. Always have been and always will be.”
And she surprised me again when she said, “I’m yours.”
Those were th
e words she used to whisper every night before we went to sleep.
She settled back into my arms, and I pulled the blankets around us. Sleepily, she said, “This sleeping bag brings back a lot of good memories.”
We’d lain in the moonlight, making love, and whispering our dreams on that trip.
“Hey, Brandt?” Her voice wavered, low.
“Yeah?”
She shifted her face down, and I couldn’t see it when she spoke. “I know you promised not to seduce me for a month…but what if I wanted to seduce you?”
I thought for a moment. My dick had been hard most of the night. It jumped at the thought of not waiting sixteen days to be inside her. I tried to stay rational.
“I’d say sleep on it, and we can discuss it in the morning. I won’t do anything that gives you any doubts. I love you too much for that.”
“Okay, we’ll talk about it in the morning.”
I was silently cursing myself for starting that damn timer. Though, if it meant we’d have forever together, it was worth it. After a while, exhaustion and a happiness in my heart lulled me to sleep.
Nikola’s hand caressed my dick and it hardened in response. Best fucking dream I’d had in a while. Feeling her touch me was heaven. The strokes became harder as she kissed my neck. My hands moved to her to breasts and pinched her nipples. She moaned and bit me in response. Her lips moved to mine as we began kissing. My fingers trailed to her pussy and pressed her clit. I felt her body try to move on top of mine as her leg came across me and her hips moved over my abdomen.
My eyes popped opened and I realized I wasn’t dreaming. Shit. Nikola had been about to sleep-fuck me. She used to do it from time to time when we’d been together. Normally, it happened when she was exhausted and we hadn’t seen each other for a few days. She’d pounce on me in the middle of a deep sleep. I’d let it happen and wake her right before she would orgasm. She loved it that way.