Blissfully Undone (3 page)

“Morning, sunshine.”

“What? It’s morning already?”

“Yep, got you a cup of
joe
on the counter there if you want it.”

Jenny wiped the sleep from her eyes and was assaulted with her musky smell. She put her hands down quickly, blushing. Jenny washed her hands in the melted snow in the kitchen sink. Then she grabbed the hot mug and drank its warm goodness. “Just the right temp,” she purred.

“Good.” Dan walked over to the counter and picked up his own mug, standing a little too close. “So how did you sleep?”

Jenny’s heartbeat increased being in such close proximity, so she took a step back. There was no way she was about to tell him the truth, so she answered, “Probably as well as you.”

“Not well, huh?”

She crinkled her brow. “You didn’t sleep?”

“Not really. Couldn’t get you off my mind.”

Jenny’s pulse increased. Knowing he had spent the night thinking about her was hard to take. “You probably shouldn’t tell me that.”

“Why?”

“We are stuck here, Dan. We need to be adults about this.”

“I was thinking about that, actually. You know as well as I do that both Ryan and Kelly are going to assume something happened no matter what we say. It’s just the way things are. Two attractive people stuck in a cabin for a week…it’s bound to happen.”

“What’s your point?”

“Well, if we are going to be accused of it anyway, why not enjoy the experience?”

Jenny shook her head. “You just won’t give up, will you?”

“After last night’s kiss? No way.”

She blushed, thinking back on the experience. “It was a fluke. It’s the whole stolen kiss thing. That’s all it was.”

“
Wanna
prove it?”

She scoffed at him. “Yeah, right.”

“No, seriously. If we kiss and we don’t both feel something, I’ll stop hounding you. Cross my heart.” Dan made a cross motion over his heart and smiled charmingly.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?”

“I think you’re chicken because you know I’m right.”

“Don’t start with me. You know I hate being called a chicken.”

He nodded with a grin. “Yes, I do.”

Jenny rolled her eyes and walked over to Dan. Here in the daylight with no romantic fire things would be different. He tried to put his arms around her, but she stopped him. “You said nothing about hugging, mister. A kiss. That’s it.”

A smile played across his lips. “Fine.” Dan put his hands behind his back and waited.

She tried to calm the butterflies as she tiptoed up to kiss him. For a second she hesitated, afraid that he might be right—but no. She knew better and needed to prove it. Jenny gently pressed her mouth against his firm lips. He snuck a hand around and grasped the back of her neck. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she felt fireworks go off. The desire she had felt all night instantly reignited. She unwillingly moaned and had to pull away. It was disconcerting.

Dan’s hair fell in his eyes and he brushed it back all cute-like. “Well?”

Jenny turned from him. “Didn’t feel a thing.”

He snuck up behind her and growled softly in her ear, “Yeah, I’m buying that.”

Her heart raced when she felt the warmth of his breath on her neck. “Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Dan asked, as he moved her hair aside and gently kissed the back of her neck.

She felt an electric jolt travel straight to her groin. “Don’t make me want you.”

Dan chuckled warmly. “But you already do.”

Jenny closed her eyes. Her body was desperate for more, but they couldn’t. It wasn’t in the cards for them. She pulled away and pretended to straighten the kitchen.

Dan let out a frustrated sigh. “Okay, you win. I’ll stop hounding you.”

She felt almost disappointed. “Good, why don’t we finish our poker game?”

“Fine,” Dan grumbled. Then he added condescendingly, “I don’t see the point. You are so behind now you don’t have a chance of catching up.”

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.” She dealt out the cards. In no time flat, she was out of pretzels. “How did you do that?”

“I’m on a winning streak and you’re not.”

Jenny pouted. She hated to lose and today it was especially humiliating. “I demand a rematch.”

“Nope. You need collateral in order to play. I do have a suggestion though. You could bet with clothing.”

“Strip poker? You can’t be serious.”

“I am completely serious,” Dan answered with a devilish glint in his eye. He started dealing out the cards. “You in?”

So much for him giving up on getting her in bed, but Jenny eagerly took up the challenge. “Okay, but only if I can pull out of the game at any time.”

“It’s a deal.”

Jenny was pleasantly surprised when she beat his hand. “Since I’m the winner, I get to pick the piece of clothing,” she announced.

“Okay by me.”

“Your sweater.”

Dan kept a straight face as he pulled it over his head. Jenny couldn’t help gazing at his naked chest. She had only seen him shirtless from a distance once when she watched him play basketball outside Kelly’s apartment. His defined chest with blond curls was quite distracting, and she had to look away.

“Your turn to deal.”

Jenny looked down at the cards. Seeing his skin unnerved her. Jenny shuffled the cards and dealt them out. It seemed her luck had changed for good when she won the next hand too. “Your belt.”

“Interesting choice,” Dan replied, as he undid the buckle and whipped it out of the belt loops. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor made her blush. She was glad he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

Dan dealt the next hand. Jenny won with a pair of queens. She whistled enthusiastically. “I am on a roll now, baby! Socks next.”

“Both?”

“Yep.”

He dutifully took off his socks, exposing the manly fur on his feet. Dan wiggled his toes for her benefit. She quickly dealt out the next hand and then stopped. Was he losing on purpose? Jenny raised her eyebrow and stared at him.

“What?”

“My sudden winning streak seems a little suspicious.”

“I see. You doubt your own card skills.”

Jenny puckered her lips in concentration. She finished dealing and let out a happy squeal when she saw her hand, totally forgetting to keep a poker face. Jenny laid down two aces in triumph and then gasped when Dan showed her a three of a kind. He grinned mischievously. “Take off your top.”

She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Do not shirk on a bet, Jenny. It’s bad manners.”

In a quick move so she wouldn’t second-guess herself, Jenny whipped off her sweater. She was grateful that her bra hid her assets. Jenny looked over at the fire, not wanting to see the expression on Dan’s face.

“Nice. Not quite what I was expecting, but nice.”

Jenny glanced down at her chest and burned with mortification. She had forgotten she was wearing her ancient smiley face bra. It was her most comfortable intimate apparel, but definitely not her sexiest. Ryan never cared what she wore.

“Enough gawking. Just deal the cards.”

Dan chuckled and dealt the next hand. Jenny’s heart raced. She had three Jacks and laid them down with a whoop. Dan smiled and showed her a flush. “Bra.”

Jenny sputtered. “Not the bra. Let me take off my socks.”

“Nope. The bra that keeps smiling back at me must go.”

Jenny’s hands trembled as she unclasped the back and slowly let her favorite bra fall from her shoulders. Dan’s expression changed from amusement to adoration in the blink of an eye. Jenny blushed and instinctively covered her chest with her hands, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

“No, you have to let me see them. It’s the rules.”

Jenny’s body tingled as she removed her hands and let him look at her breasts. “Had enough?” she finally asked.

“Never.”

She picked up the deck and started shuffling. Dan’s eyes never left her chest. Jenny quickly fanned her cards out and put them in front of her, effectively blocking his view.

Thankfully, she won with a king high. With more enthusiasm than she meant to reveal, Jenny cried out, “Pants!”

Dan feigned shyness as he slowly stood up and undid the button on his jeans. He let them fall to the floor. Jenny couldn’t help noticing the large bulge in his boxers. “Like what you see?”

The heat rushed to her cheeks. “Not really.”

“That’s only because you can’t see what’s underneath.”

“I think I am done with the game.”

“So soon? You were winning.”

“Somehow, either way it seems
you
are the one winning.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “If you want to wimp out, that’s your business. But the rules state that we both have to keep our clothes off for the rest of the day.”

Jenny had a sneaking suspicion he was making it up, but she was willing to play along. “Better put some more logs on the fire then, I feel a little cold.”

“I can tell,” he said with a smirk, gazing brazenly at her nipples.

“Me, too.” She smiled wickedly, staring at his crotch. Dan moved to put more wood on, laughing under his breath.

Jenny found herself admiring his ass as he bent over to stoke the fire. She shook her head. What the hell was she doing? “We can’t have sex, Dan,” she blurted. “I would never forgive myself.”

Once Dan had a hot fire going, he turned around and asked, “What constitutes overstepping the bounds? How far is too far?”

Jenny frowned. She hadn’t thought about it before. “Well, we definitely can’t make love. My vagina is off limits.”

“Okay.”

“So what does that really leave? I don’t think it’s worth even bothering with.”

“I disagree. It leaves us many options I’m open to exploring. What about you?”

Ryan and she pretty much just fucked. Every now and then, they did a little oral but neither of them was much into it. Jenny felt rather sorry for Dan. Without penetration, neither would have much fun. “Well, I suppose if you’re still willing I am.”

“Good.” Dan walked over and pulled her close, kissing Jenny without even asking. Her breasts pressed against his naked chest. The electricity it caused left Jenny breathless afterwards. It might be a little enjoyable after all. “What do you want to try first?” he asked.

Jenny sighed. “What? You want me to suck on you?” It seemed the most obvious choice.

“Nah, how about you play with yourself while I watch.”

Jenny looked at him in horror. “No way. I can’t do that.”

“Why not? I’ve fantasized about it for years.”

She hated to admit the truth, but figured honesty was the best policy. “I don’t do that really. I guess I’m one of those weird girls who only like cock.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Well, it’s a fact. Want me to suck on you now?”

“No. I want to help you play with yourself.”

Jenny felt her whole body flush. “I can’t do that, Dan. It’d be too embarrassing.”

“Why?” He leaned over and whispered hoarsely, “Nothing would turn me on more than watching you get yourself off.”

Even though Jenny knew she was facing certain humiliation, she let Dan guide her to the couch. He slowly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. She was grateful she’d worn lacy panties at least. Dan pulled off his boxers and lay on the sofa, motioning her to join him. Jenny stared at his thick cock. It was definitely different from Ryan’s long, thin one.

Jenny hesitantly lay down next to him, staring up at the log ceiling, afraid to make eye contact. Dan took her hand and moved it to her pussy. “Play with yourself.” Jenny reluctantly stuck her hand under her panties and fumbled with her clit like she always did. “That’s sweet,” he murmured. He shimmied off her underwear and put his finger next to hers. Dan started rubbing at a faster rate, applying more pressure than she ever did. It instantly caused a warm sensation throughout her groin area. “Now you try it,” he told her.