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)
“I’m glad it was,” he murmurs softly.
“I was actually OK after it happened. For months, everything seemed fine. I went to work and went out with friends. The therapist told me there’s a name for that. Delayed onset post-traumatic stress disorder.”
“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
“When the first panic attack happened, I was at work. I had a few more over the next week and another at the grocery store. Then one day, I stopped leaving my apartment. I don’t really remember anything for a while after that. I went into almost like a fog. My mom pulled me out. She set me up with an online therapist, and I was prescribed anti-depressants by my doctor.”
“How are you doing now?” He asks, his voice laced with concern.
“Now, things aren’t so dark,” I admit and twist my hands together. “What I’m trying to say is that I used to be fearless, and this thing that’s happening between us, I want it. But I’m also a little bit nervous.”
“Because it’s new and unfamiliar?” He asks, cupping my face.
I lean into his touch, nodding.
“I’m not going to tell you not to be afraid. You can’t just turn off a trauma response. But I can promise you this: your heart is safe with me. I’ll always be gentle with your wounded places.”
Relief fills me. He knows, and he’s accepting me. “Then maybe we could kiss again and…do other stuff.”
The soft smile he gives me is filled with affection. “You set the pace here.”
“Good.” I lean back and unbutton his shirt, letting it fall off my shoulders. I’m not wearing a bra, and cold air rushes over my skin. My nipples pebble, and my body flushes warm under his appreciative stare. “Because I need you.”
Chapter 10
Whiskey
I don’t know how I got so damn lucky that this beautiful girl stumbled into my cabin. If I could track down that scammer, I’d send him the world’s biggest thank-you gift. He gave me a treasure he doesn’t even know it.
Now, she’s shrugging off her shirt and letting me see these perfect breasts. They’re more than generous handfuls, and I want to spend the rest of my life teasing them, suckling them, playing with them.
Beneath my white towel, my cock grows hard. All of my blood is headed down south, but I force myself to hold onto my last shred of control. “Are you sure?” My voice comes out harsh and deep. I’m an animal waiting to pounce, my muscles aching from the need to devour her.
When she nods, I join her on the couch. She’s looking at me with so much trust in her eyes. Her head is so close to mine that our breaths mingle. When she tilts her lips toward mine, I meet her the rest of the way. Our lips are crashing against each other. My arms go around her body, and I pull her into my lap. Heaven, I’ve found heaven.
When she moans against my mouth, I use the moment to slip my tongue inside. Slowly, I stroke her, learning all the places that make her arch against me, fusing our bodies together.
She breaks the kiss long enough to gulp down oxygen but even as she does, she’s gripping my biceps. Her nails dig into my tender flesh, and I love the bite of pain. Her eyes are dilated, pupils blown. Every desperate gasp for oxygen pushes her perfect tits higher, and I need to see her fully naked.
“I want to lick your pussy,” I make the crude confession without remorse. Ever since she mentioned being bare down there, I’ve wanted to see those plump lips. Wanted to touch them and run my tongue across her hidden pink areas.
She shivers in my arms, her pointed nipples grazing against my chest. I could come right here with her in my arms. It wouldn’t take much to set me off, but I want to make this good for her. I suspect she’s a virgin like me. If I get the opportunity to be her first, I’ll damn sure take care of her.
“I want that too.” Her words are a needy moan.
Animal need courses through my veins, something primal in me rising up and demanding that I satisfy my curvy girl. “Lean back.”
She scrambles to do what I asked, gazing up at me with so much trust. I swear to myself in this moment that I will always be worthy of that trust. I won’t ever break her heart or be the reason she cries. She has a mountain man she can depend on, one who will delight in meeting her every need.
I lean over her, seaming our lips together again. I love my weight over her, love the feeling of her body writhing against mine. I kiss her slowly, savoring these moments. She needs to know that I’m here for more than just her body. I’m here for her, all of her.