Diana Hunter :: Bound by Desire. Freed by Love.

Daniel's back was to her, giving a fine view of the tight muscles of his ass as he bent over to dampen the washcloth. Isabel's stolen look lingered lower, on thighs as big around as her waist. Sinewy muscles stretched as he dipped the cloth in the water, squeezing it with one powerful hand as he rose. And when he stood, she sighed over the breadth of his shoulders and the impressive muscles that rippled under his bronzed skin.

Her breath quickened to see him gracefully reach around to wash what he could of his back and she even took a step forward to help him before stopping herself and dropping her eyes. She wasn't supposed to be watching. Biting her lip, her gaze drew upward again in fascination.

Daniel's ass gleamed white where no sun had touched his skin, darkening into a tan on his legs below. A sharp line crossed his waist and Isabel had a vision of him standing in the summer sunlight, arms raised, poised with his axe to split the wood that now crackled in the stove.

A sudden pop from that wood made her jump. Gathering her wits, she turned away from the sight of the naked man and took the teapot from the stove, adding hot water to the cold and then refilling the small teapot from the pump. This time when she turned around, she studiously kept her eyes on the floor in front of her.

"If you'll hand me the pail, I'll rinse off."

Shutting her eyes against temptation, Isabel turned away before opening them again to see where she was going. Although she had intentions of returning his favor and dumping the water over his head, the pail was just too heavy for her to lift with one hand. She could have used her sore arm to guide the stream of water, but probably would end up just making a mess. Without looking at him, she held out the pail with an arm that trembled at the weight.

"I see we need to strengthen those muscles after such a long time in bed."

The humor in his voice covered Daniel's concern. This was a city girl, bred to a life of easy amenities. How could he expect her to stay here in this tiny cabin all winter long?

"I'm getting stronger. I haven't fallen over yet."

Isabel's retort showed that iron bar was back in place. Daniel was glad. He didn't quite know what to do with her when it wasn't. He knelt in the tub and rinsed his hair before standing and shaking his head.

Isabel desperately wanted to see his cock. A man that big ought to have a cock to match. Okay, so size wasn't supposed to matter. And in her limited experience, it hadn't. She'd had her share of lovers over the years, a fact she most definitely had not told her mother. As far as her mom was concerned, Isabel was an old maid and destined to stay one. While she was no longer a virgin, Isabel had recently begun to think she might never find love.

And here in this cabin, stuck with Daniel all winter long meant her hopes of meeting anyone over the holiday season were now gone. All the parties her friends would give, the sometimes awful, sometimes fun office party would be held without her. Although now she didn't have to worry about a date for New Year's Eve. She knew exactly who she would be spending it with, if she really couldn't get him to take her down the mountain sooner.

But right now, stealing surreptitious glances at his muscled back and smooth ass, she really, really wanted to see his cock. And why shouldn't she? Hadn't he seen all of her parts when she was ill? Okay, maybe she had been unconscious, but still, he'd had the opportunity to look. Biting her lip, she craned her head to try and see around those magnificent thighs.

Daniel felt her eyes on him as he stood up, water dripping from his hair into his eyes. Grinning, he shook his head again, sending water droplets to fall like a spring rain shower around the cabin. Her squeal told him he'd hit his target. Stretching, indulging himself in the feeling of being clean, he reached his hands outward and upward, rippling his muscles, his vanity getting the best of him. Even before coming to live on the mountain, he had kept in shape, riding stationary bikes and lifting weights in the neighborhood gym. Since spring, the months spent putting on a new roof, repairing windows and doors, hauling in supplies and cutting firewood had hardened those muscles into steel.

Isabel tried not to gape at the Hercules who rose before her. His hair clung to his neck, sending little rivulets of water cascading down the creases of his back to drip most intriguingly from his ass. A tight, firm, beautiful ass. So awestruck was she that, when he turned around, she did not turn away as she knew she should. Instead, she looked her fill at the god before her, seeing Daniel as if for the first time.

Even soaking wet, with his hair plastered around his face, he was beautiful. Like one of the ancient gods from Olympus come down to spend time on earth. His high cheekbones, half-hidden behind a thick beard of red-gold, betrayed an aristocratic heritage that befit a higher being. Broad shoulders, bronzed from his time in the sun, showed only a smattering of freckles across their massive width. Fine hairs, water-plastered to his muscle-rippled chest, led her eyes down to his muscle-ridged abdomen. But they did not linger there. Her gaze wandered farther downward.

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