Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Her voice is soft as she replies. “For saving my life.”
I nod and step closer, soaping up a towel that I gently apply to her cut. Thankfully, it’s not too deep, but I’ll make sure it doesn’t scar. A goddess like this deserves to have her body honored and cherished.
It’s hard to believe this is where I am today. After all the blood I’ve spilled and people I killed, to find myself secluded up here on a mountain, treating the wound of a gorgeous young woman…well, it’s just not what I ever would have pictured.
And now that I’ve had what could even be considered a taste of her, I know I’ll never be able to let her go.
I clean the wound with soap, then my antibacterial spray. I bandage it carefully and put everything away, half expecting her to run for the door. But to my surprise, she opens the lock and walks over to the fur where it fell on the floor. I watch as she slips into it.
Somehow it makes her even more beautiful. She’s like one of those girls from New York City on Madison Ave. As she turns to face me, her hair twirls, and my cock aches as I think of slipping her out of that and having my way with her—flipping her over onto her stomach and spreading her open for a close-up view of her pink slit.
Christ, imagine waking up to her every day, sliding inside her and making love before the day even gets going…
Does a bastard like me even deserve such a life? I don’t know. But I damn sure know I can’t resist it.
“I can see you’re still cold,” I tell her. “Come. We’ll sit by the fire.”
She looks back at me for a moment, suspicious. Then slowly, she nods. “Fine.”
I walk beside her, inhaling her scent, until we reach the hearth. My cock is so hard it hurts. We sit, and the fur slips off her left shoulder. She leaves it, providing me with a glorious view of her cleavage.
“You like to tease me, don’t you?” I growl. My lust is getting the better of me.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she replies, her voice tense as she matches my gaze.
Her cheeks are blazing, the red blush moving down her neck and across her chest. I lick my bottom lip and lean in.
“You know what I mean, you naughty girl.”
I kiss her plump lips and am greeted with a painful sting. I taste blood. She bit me! The little hellcat bit me!
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Avery yelps as I leap on top of her, peel back the fur to reveal it all, and mount her with my knees on either side of her waist.
5
AVERY
I wriggle hard against his taut, muscled body, but it’s useless. His strength is overpowering. My heart is racing, my pulse thudding in my ears, but it’s not just out of fear anymore. It’s something else.
There’s a thrill rushing through me. Terrible thoughts I should not be having about a man who tied me to a chair and threatened me with a knife. A man who could kill me in the blink of an eye. But the way he gripped me and pinned me down with both wrists in one hand—no man has ever touched me that way.
And it’s hot as hell.
The fact that I can taste him on my tongue after that little bite I gave him makes him even hotter. And judging by the look on his face, he seems to agree.
“So laying me down by the fire in your mountain mansion, that’s your move?”
He fully grins, somehow becoming even more handsome. “I don’t have a move, angel.”
“Yeah, right.”
“You’re the first woman who’s been up here since I moved in.”
There’s that smell again. Man with the hint of something else—shampoo or soap. It’s so good it’s dangerous.
“Bullshit.”
His eyes narrow, and he gently traces the line of my cheek with the back of his hand. I was already blushing, but this makes it even worse. A heat tingles between my thighs, and I swallow hard, trying to compose myself.
God, what’s happening to me?
I want to look away, but all I can do is stare up at him hopelessly—my mountain man captor, my savior, my caretaker. He’s definitely ex-military. Who knows what this man has done. How truly dangerous he is.
…The thought sends my heart blazing.
I can’t deny it anymore. I want him. I’m twenty years old and still a virgin. And it’s not because I’m socially awkward or hate men. I’ve always just been waiting for a moment like this. Where you feel something in your gut, in your heart, and it tells you that you’ve found the one.
Back in high school, I had a couple boyfriends, but the most we ever did was kiss. Every time they tried to take things further, I made them back off. They lost interest quickly after that. My friend Tiff introduced me to a ‘personal toy’ that would take the place of a guy, and that’s what I’ve been relying on for the last couple of years.