4 - Sydney

I take off the sweatshirt and I set it on the wood coffee table in front of me. I instantly feel better and not overheated in an effort to try desperately to hide. How turned on. I am a pull the shirt away from my chest.

Because I’m preoccupied, I don’t realize he’s moving next to me, until he gently takes it in my hand in his and hold it out from him to look at it. He’s examining all the scratches on my arm from where I was setting up at the campsite.

A crease forms between his eyebrows, and he glances at my other arm and stands

"Come, I’ll get these cleaned up." Another command I don’t want to follow.

"Oh, they are fine. Just some scratches from setting up the campsite earlier." I wave him off even, as I stand to follow him wherever he’s leading me.

"They could get infected and need to be cleaned," he insists.

"The ones on my legs are worse than this," I let slip, and worry crosses his face.

"Come on," he pulls my hand and I go with him to the bathroom.

He holds my hand, all the way down the hall, and even into the room, and then to the bathroom is large handcuffs mine but yet they fit almost perfectly.

Then, he turns to look at me, gently, taking a step towards me, dropping my hand. I miss it. Instantly I don’t see him move again, until he wraps both of his large hands around my waist, lifting me and sending me on the cold counter.

I can feel how cold the marble is on the counter through my sweatpants that I have on, and I let out a small squeal. He looks at me with concern all over his face.

"The counter is cold," I shrug, and he gives me another once over, before he starts moving around, gathering up first aid supplies and putting them next to me

It’s enjoyable watching him like this. He’s confident in his movements, and he what he’s doing. I try not to compare him to Stephen, but Stephen wasn’t a confident as Axel is and he wasn’t anywhere near as muscular or masculine. Maybe that’s why my body is acting this way.

I remember reading a book they talked about how in the caveman days a woman would be attracted to a man who she thought, could care and provide for her and their family.

There’s no doubt that Axel can take care of me and provide for me, Stephen couldn't even make a grilled cheese sandwich. Where Axel looks like he could rough it out in the woods for months and be fine, I’d be shocked if Stephen made it a week. That has to explain my body's reaction, doesn’t it?

His nerves seem to settle, once he has everything, and then he turns to look at me. That's when it hits me. I make this large man nervous, and I kind of like it. At least, I'm not the only one to feel this way.

Then, he looks at my arm again, and he isn’t sure where to start. So I hold out my arm closest to him, and he gently takes my hand and starts cleaning each scratch no matter how small.

Each of his touches has my whole body tingling, as goosebumps cover my skin, and there's no hiding it.

"I don’t think you’re too bad," I say, needing to feel the silence. "I got them as we struggle to put up the tent. The one Stephen said he was a pro at putting up. I’m guessing you can tell he lied. Apparently he lied a lot about a lot of stuff."

Sighing, I look around the bathroom.That tub is calling to me again, but with Axel taking the wime to clean my cuts and scrapes, I don't think tonight will be the night I get to use it, if at all.

"I don’t know how he got the tent down and everything back in the car the way he did unless I was gone a lot longer than I thought."

"It’s possible. When you are in your own head time flies faster than you think."

"Maybe, it could be. I was so lost in my head after I found the text in the photos from that girl."

"Pictures?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah, the full-on boob shots she sent him to 'spice up the family camping trip'." I use air quotes with my free hand. "He works more than I do, and I barely had time for him, so how did he have time for another girl?"

"I don’t know Little One." The nickname calms me in a way that I’ve never known. Then he switches to the other arm.

"Wow, that didn’t hurt at all." I smile at him and while he doesn’t smile with his face, I see it in his eyes that’s beautiful is the color dyes that are still inviting they suit him, an oh man, they are so easy to get lost in.

He starts cleaning my other arm and light touches are driving me crazy I begin to regret keeping my panties on after the shower because they are now sunk and he is just doing first aid nothing sexy.

This definitely has to be the caveman effect. He's more than able to take care of me, so my body is reacting. Now, how the hell do I get it to stop?

"Are you sure you went back to the right campsite?" he asked catching me off guard.

"I thought the same thing but before I left, Stephen went and got firewood and placed it beside the fire pit and asked what I was making for dinner. I watched him set the firewood down before I left when I got back, the wood was in the same place plus it was straight path with no turns I guess I was just gone longer than I thought."

"Or he was more experienced with the tent then he let on," he says softly looking into my eyes.

The meaning is clear if he was willing to lie to me all this time on TV on me, can anything else he said be trusted?

"Maybe, but I don’t wanna talk about him anymore. How long have you lived out here?" I asked.

"Many years."

"Do you enjoy it? I mean really?"

"Yes."

I guess I’m going to have to dig conversation out of him if I’m going to be here a few days like he says I want to at least know the guy I’m sharing a cabin with.

"Are you sure because this bathroom is nicer than any luxury hotels. Seems odd for someone who wants to be away from civilization."

"I wanted away from people, not the comforts I had."

Hell, I understand that people suck but I know there’s a story there, but he doesn’t seem so I don’t push. He starts working on a cut just below my shoulder and his hand precious against my breast. The sensation is overwhelming and making a jolt. My skin is on fire he jerks handbag like I just tried to bite him tried to bite him.

"Sorry," he mumbles

But there’s no hiding how much I like it. My nipples are hard and tending the front of my shirt he let me borrow, and they are right in his face. Specially, he’s still working on my arm so when he brushes up against it again, this time I don’t think it was an accident. He doesn’t apologize. He just looks at me waiting for a reaction.

Not sure what to do because I’m not sure I want him to stop so I don’t live though. I don’t even notice he’s breathing so as hard as I am finally he clears his throat.

"You said there are ones on your legs?"

"Yeah, from getting lost in the woods."

I tried to pull the sweatpants up, but they are so bulky that I. Don’t get for it looks like it’s going to have to take them off. There’s nothing sexual about it. I tell myself, though even I don’t believe it.

I slide off the counter and don’t look up at him. Thankfully, the shirt is large enough that it looks like a dress on me and he just hits about the money. I slide the pants down and they pull on the floor I step out of them and then meet his eyes again.

The heat I seen that matches the heat I feel inside of me it takes a step forward, and at that moment I want nothing more for him to kiss me to fill his hands on me again I lick my lips, and his eyes follow the movement of my tongue and his lips part almost in awe

When his hands wrapped around me, I close my eyes, and instead of his lips landing on mine, he gently puts me back on the counter. Then he picks the pants up and neatly folds them, setting them next to me as I try to hide my disappointment.

Then, when he turns around, it’s impossible to hide the tent in his pants I bite my lip to hide the smile that tries to slip out. He’s as turned on, as I am thank God, but when this grant and giant of a man heels in front of me, I’m a goner.

He takes my right leg and gently places my foot on his leg and looks it over. I send up a silent prayer of things that I shave my legs before our camping trip.

Axle gently rubs his finger over one of the larger cats around my ankles and goes about cleaning it but the liquid stings this time and I jerked my foot back.

"I’m sorry I know it stings," he says in that breath deep voice it sounds tingles to more than just the skin that he’s touching.

"It’s OK I just wasn’t ready for it." I said as he gently cuts my foot and brings it back to rest on his leg well continually to gently clean the cut.

This giant man is down on his knees, taking care of me, and he is being so gentle and tender that it grips my heart. It’s also so much more of a turn on than I ever expected it to be throb between my thighs, grows with each touch.

I shift hoping to get a little relief, but it is has the opposite effect and he touched drats my desire, hotter as he finishes with the cut his then tried to pull my legs apart, but I clench my thighs together

"I need to see the inside of your legs to make sure that there are no other cuts." He says not understanding why I’m not moving.

"I know there isn’t any others."

He looks up at me and gives me a pointed stare that I know he won’t break until I do as he asks I take a few deep breaths before I get the courage to move my legs for him.

In this position, he’ll have a clear view of my side panels, and then he’ll trail his eyes back down to my legs. I know the moment he sees them because his sharp intake of breath fills the room.

He gently runs his hand up the inside of my of my leg, like he’s checking for cuts, but he stops at my knee before yanking his hand back. He clears his throat and then sets my leg down and takes the other one to care for the few cuts around the other ankle.

Once he finish those large, calloused hands slide up my leg, once again, stopping at my knee, but lingering for a moment glance in between my thighs, he lets out a whispered curse before pulling back

I stand, and he picks up the sweatpants, that I was wearing, and then he helps me put them on in essence, putting the barriers back between us. Then he helps me off the counter.

"Go sit on the couch and I’ll clean up here."

Not knowing what else to do, I nod, and I run out of the room.