Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
He nods, as if accepting that the moment has passed and lifts the axe with ease. “Step back.”
I do that and watch him split the log with practiced ease, his muscles rippling. Wood chips go flying in every direction, and he reaches for the next one. His biceps flex as he hefts the axe a second time and splits the next one.
He sets up the third one and beckons me closer with a gesture. “Get over here. I’m going to teach you how to handle wood like a true lumberjill.”
I don’t know if he meant it to sound so dirty but my cheeks heat. I’ve never cared much for the idea of handling a guy’s wood, but I want to put my hands all over this lumberjack’s big log.
“Teach me what to do.” The words come out as a breathy whimper.
“It’s all about grip,” he says, showing me where to position my hands. “A little bit tighter than that. Yeah, don’t be afraid to give it a good squeeze.”
He steps into my space and puts his arms around mine. “You’re doing so good for me. Yeah, you want to squeeze it just right.”
“I’m worried about hurting you,” I confess right as his wood brushes my backside. His shoulders aren’t the only thing that’s massive.
“Now, angle and depth are important, so we’re going slow. Let your core muscles do the work for you.” He puts a hand on my midsection, and his touch makes me feel owned. “Deep breath in, right here. Take a moment to feel this. Really feel the stretch and burn.”
The only thing I’m feeling is light-headed from how close he’s standing and how good he smells. If I could bottle the lumberjack’s musk and sell it as a cologne, I’d be rich in a matter of days.
I whimper. The noise makes him think I’m afraid, not that I’m so needy liquid heat is pooling in my panties.
“You’re doing great. You’re almost there. Now bring it back down. Focus on entry, keep everything lined up so it feels natural.”
His hands are on top of mine, guiding me as together, we swing the axe through the air and into the piece of wood. It splits in two, and I imagine him doing the same to me. I exhale a shaky breath, and he curses quietly. He drops the axe on the ground at the same moment I turn in his arms.
I’m panting and desperate. His bare chest is so warm and solid beneath my fingertips. I’ve never felt safer than I do with his big hands gentle cradling my head. I’ve never been tiny or delicate, but with the way his strength and might is surrounding me, I feel like I am.
“You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, his breath fanning across my warm face. The warmth has nothing to do with how hard we’ve worked today. No, it’s the way he’s staring at me, like I’m a treasure. His treasure to possess and plunder.
Underneath the fabric of the flannel shirt, my nipples are sharp points, and I press against him. I’m eager for motion and friction and the feeling of sparks igniting. But he’s determined to slow down and savor this moment. To savor me in his arms. It’s as if he’s laid awake every night imagining this perfect moment.
“Sophie,” he breathes my name softly, a dream and a prayer all at once. Then he lowers his head. The first brush of his lips against mine is soft, like he’s trying to discover if this is a dream or real life.
He traces the seam of my lips with his tongue, groaning softly in the back of his throat. The vibration hums from his body through mine, and this is what I’ve been craving. This is what I’ve needed, to feel fully alive and in the moment. To feel this protective mountain man holding me tenderly and devouring me fiercely.
I open my lips, and he sweeps his tongue inside, tracing my mouth. His tongue meets mine, stroking me sensually. When I groan, he does it again.
This is what Heaven feels like, I decide with my body pressed up against his. He’s so solid and muscular, and I can’t stop rubbing myself against him. His hands slide from my head down my back, sending shivers down my spine.
Then he’s gripping my ass through my jeans, kneading my fleshy mounds. A possessive growl erupts from his throat when he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his hips. The moment we’re settled like this, our bodies connected everywhere, I can’t help but feel like this is right.
This is the peace and contentment that I’ve spent the past few months searching for. The realization is so startling that I pull away from him. I can’t even speak, my vision has gone so blurry that all I can do is suck in oxygen as I try to get my blood flowing in the right direction.