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I can confidently say that kissing Jonah is my new favourite thing to do.

Sure, there are limited options for fun activities up a mountain, so the competition isn't great, but, I think it would still be my favourite thing to do down the mountain, too.

Our bodies press together, hearts thumping wildly, lips moving quickly over each other. I tangle my fingers in Jonah's soft hair and angle my head, allowing us to kiss more deeply.

Our tongues explore each other's mouths, igniting in a fire inside me that I haven't felt in a long time. Those embers have been dying out for the last two years, and he's just stoked the coals, so to speak.

I don't know how long we spend in each other's arms, but when we finally pull back, I realise how late it has gotten.

'I'm sorry,' I mumble. 'I should let you get some sleep.'

Jonah looks at me thoughtfully. 'Will you stay in the bed tonight? I don't want you out on the sofa again.'

I raise my eyebrow at him and shake my head, starting to protest that I don't think it's such a good idea.

'I won't try anything,' he says quickly. 'Or at least, only if you don't want me to.'

I roll my eyes and nudge him, making him chuckle.

'I'm serious, I'll keep my hands to myself,' he says honestly.

It's not his hands that I'm worried about.

I cave and decide that I can't take another night on the sofa. We each use the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I sigh happily when I slide under my covers. It's good to feel a mattress under my back again.

Jonah slides in next to me and turns out the light. True to his word, he doesn't try anything.

But I never made any promises...

I roll over and begin trailing my fingers up and down his back. I stroke the taut skin until he suddenly flips over and grabs my wrist.

'Stop,' he orders huskily. 'That's driving me crazy.'

'Did it not feel good?' I ask innocently.

Jonah scoffs. 'It felt too good, Nora.'

I lean forwards and kiss him. It takes a second, but he starts kissing me back. I shuffle closer and press my body to his. Jonah's arm instinctively comes around my waist, holding me tighter.

The kiss deepens and our tongues collide once more. I can feel myself getting wetter as desire builds inside me.

Jonah rolls us, so that I am on my back and he is hovering over me, between my legs. I put my arms over his shoulders and tangle my fingers in his hair. I play with the strands as my tongue plays with his.

A shudder runs down his body and he pulls back suddenly. 'We should stop,' he whispers.

I pout up at him in the darkness. 'Why?'

'I don't want you to...I don't know, feel uncomfortable, feel like I'm taking advantage or that you have to, I don't know,' he mumbles awkwardly.

I chuckle and shake my head, even though he can't see it. 'I want to. I want you.'

He groans and rests his forehead against mine. 'Don't say that. Besides, do you even have condoms up here?'

'I've got the implant. I haven't had sex in almost nineteen months, how's that for clean?'

Jonah laughs. 'I'm clean, too, I swear. I always use condoms anyway.'

I return to kissing him and this time, he doesn't stop me. We strip out of our clothing, breaking the kiss only when we have to. We help each other to get naked and a frisson of excitement runs through me when his warm, muscular body presses against mine.

He kisses me thoroughly whilst his hands explore my body. His lips trail lower, to my breasts. He murmurs compliments about how much he loves my curves as he sucks and nibbles on my sensitive nipples.

My heart thumps quickly in my chest as he teases apart my lower lips with his fingers. He pushes two inside me and thrusts them in and out until my toes curl and stars burst behind my eyelids.

When Jonah thinks I'm ready, he eases himself higher between my legs. He spreads my thighs and runs the blunt head of his cock up and down to lubricate himself. Slowly, he pushes himself inside.

I gasp at the foreign feeling. I'd forgotten how good this can feel. He fills me completely, sliding in to the hilt.

I hold on tightly to his shoulders, careful not to let my nails dig in. Once he checks that I'm okay, Jonah starts to move. He slides in and out with slow thrusts. It's not raw or frenzied, it's slow and tentative.

I grip onto him, worried that, if I let go, I'm going to fall for him. I'm holding onto him and my heart for dear life.

He increases his pace, but still keeps his lips on mine, on my cheeks, my forehead, anywhere he can reach. He utters words of affection and assurances. I don't think I've ever felt so cared for.

The slow build-up causes one of the most powerful climaxes I've ever had. With my knees pulled up to my chests, my heels digging into Jonah's butt and my hands latched onto his shoulders, I fall apart.

I cry out his name and my body shakes with the pleasurable tremors of my orgasm. Jonah follows seconds after, grunting my name as he nuzzles his face into my neck.

We hold each other for a while afterwards and it takes a lot for me to convince myself to move. We clean up and climb back into bed. Jonah surprises me by pulling me into his arms again. I fall asleep in them, wrapped in his embrace.

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The sunlight wakes me up the next morning. It blasts against the thick curtains and somehow still penetrates into the room.

I smile when I look at Jonah, sleeping soundly next to me. I can't believe what happened last night, it was incredible.

I creep out of bed, making sure that I don't wake him up. I go into the bathroom and take a shower.

When I come out, I wrap myself in a towel and tiptoe back into the bedroom. My heart sinks as I see that the bed is now empty and has been made.

The smell of cooking eggs reaches my nose and I realise he is making breakfast for us again. I hurriedly get dressed and do my make-up.

Jonah looks up as I enter the kitchen and smiles at me.

'Morning, beautiful,' he greets me easily. 'You'll never believe what I managed to get.'

He holds up the pan, showing me the eggs he's turned into an omelette.

'You got the eggs without scaring them?'

Jonah nods proudly. 'Yep. I think they like me now.'

'You fed them?' I ask incredulously and he nods again.

'Yep.'

'You're an angel, thank you.'

We sit and eat our omelettes. This man is truly incredible. He blows my mind in the bedroom, then makes me breakfast and feeds my chickens and apparently, my dog, too.

I would be stupid to let him go.

The thought weighs heavily on my mind all morning. The decision that is looming draws closer when we hear machinery outside.

The plough has made it up the mountain and is clearing the road past my house. Once it goes back down, I should be able to take Jonah back down the mountain.

We watch it go past from the window and there is a mixture of emotion on Jonah's face. No doubt he'll be excited to get out of here, but I'm relieved to see some disappointment, too.

It's quiet between us as he gathers his things to go. Neither of us talks about saying goodbye or seeing each other. I ask questions and keep him talking about everything he's going to do once he's back down the mountain.

On the drive down, we make painful small talk about the snow or how the snow chains are holding up on the tyres. We both avoid the elephant in the truck. Even Blue is more quiet than usual.

We get into town and I stop near the edge, not wanting to go on the tarmac with the chains. Jonah says he's happy to walk into town. I think he's eager to stretch his legs after being cooped up in a cabin for so long.

The air is brisk, but I get out of the truck with him. We stand on the pavement in defensive positions. My arms are crossed over my chest and he has his hands shoved in his pockets.

'Thank you for-'

'It's been lovely-'

We laugh as we both speak at the same time. I gesture for him to go first.

'Thank you for...saving my life, I guess. You've been amazing, letting me stay in your home. I can't thank you enough.'

I shrug. 'It's no big deal. Thank you for making weathering the storm more fun, it would have been a lot more...dull without you.'

We both smile at each other and then silence stretches out between us. An uncomfortableness settles, one that I've never experience with him before.

'Well, good luck with everything,' I say breezily, but my voice sounds forced to my own ears. 'Hopefully I'll see you next time I come down.'

Jonah jumps forwards and catches my arm as I turn.

'Wait, Nora,' he says softly. I slowly look up and meet his eyes. 'I want to see you again, sooner than that.'

'You do?' I ask quietly.

'Yeah. And I want to see you a hell of a lot more than once a month,' he responds with a laugh.

'Well, you're welcome in the cabin anytime, and I guess I could come down some more...'

Jonah frowns. 'Would you never consider moving back down here again? What are you hiding from?'

I try to swallow the lump in my throat. 'I don't know,' I whisper.

Jonah cups my face gently, his cold hands against my warm cheeks.

'I want to be with you, Nora. I want to date you, kiss you...see where this goes, because I think we could have something great, if this weekend's anything to show for it.'

Tears pool in my eyes, making me feel silly. I tell myself it's the cold air.

Jonah swipes one away as it falls.

'Please, think about coming back down. I want this to work.'

'I-I,' I stutter stupidly. 'I'm scared.'

I feel ridiculous admitting my fears aloud, but Jonah doesn't laugh, he just smiles at me.

'The best things usually do make us scared,' he reassures me. 'You can always go back to the cabin anytime.'

I nod, agreeing with him. I'll always keep the cabin, ready for whenever I want a break. I lean up and press my lips to his. Jonah is surprised at first, but then he kisses me back.

I sink into his touch, breathing in his heady pheromones that I've become so fond of. There's no way I'm leaving this lumberjack.

I pull back and smile shyly at him.

'I guess it's time I join civilisation again.'

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That's the end of Jonah and Nora's story.

In the next story, I have actually attempted a gxg scene! L x