Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
He runs a hand over my hair, tucking the loose strands behind my ear, cupping my cheek ever so gently. I hold my breath. His eyes lock with mine. "Last night at the kitchen sink, I wanted to kiss you so fucking bad. I would have if my mom hadn't walked in the door. But maybe it was for the best," he says, his voice low and gravelly, "because I don't think I could have stopped with one kiss, Faith."
"I don't think I could have either," I tell him. "I want more than a kiss."
"Don't tell me things you don't mean," he says. "My heart's pretty bruised as it is."
I lick my lips. "I'm a virgin," I whisper.
He pauses. "That means I need to take extra good care of you."
I smile as his lips crash against mine and time stills all over again and I can forget about clocks altogether because I'm wrapped up in his world, wrapped up in a way I've never been before. As he's kissing me, he somehow manages to push open his front door, and then he lifts me up by the waist and my legs wrap around him as he carries me inside his cabin.
I feel like I'm floating, like I'm suspended in the air even though I'm holding on so damn tight. I don't want this man to ever let me go. The kiss deepens as he carries me through the cabin. He sets me on a bed and I lie back, catching my breath as he stares down at me.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Faith. You're so fucking perfect."
"I'm not," I say. "I'm battered, I'm broken same as you. I'm a girl who's never been loved. I'm a woman who's never been kissed. You are my first." I shake my head. "Is it crazy to think I would be okay with you as my forever?"
He swallows, looking down at me. "Fuck, Faith, it's like you've read my mind."
"I feel like that since we've just met, but you could finish my sentences." He smiles and rolls onto the bed next to me. I run my hands over his chest. "I want to know everything about you."
He cups my cheek again, drawing me close, and I inch my body towards his, comfortable in a way I've never been before but believing that whatever happens next has already been written in the stars. "Kiss me, Jake, please."
He does what I ask. This kiss is soft and slow and my lips part as his tongue finds mine and I sigh against him, feeling him, needing him, wanting this in a way I've never wanted anything else. My body warms. My pussy tightens. My stomach was a knot a day ago, but right now it's unfurled. I'm boiling and ready. I want this, him, us. I gasp as he drags his hands over my body, my ass getting squeezed in his hand, and I ache for more.
"Is this okay?" he asks. I nod. "I want to see every inch of you, Faith, head to toe."
"Here I was thinking you were bringing me to the cabin to take me on a hike."
He chuckles. "Fuck, I'm way too hard right now to go anywhere in public."
"Good," I say, laughing as I shove him on his back, leaning over him, running my hands through his hair now. “Because I don't want to leave this cabin. I want to stay here all day long."
"Is that a promise?" he asks.
I nod. "It's a guarantee.”
"Come here," he says, "let me get you undressed.” A chill runs over me, but it's delightful. And I get off of the bed, standing in front of him, and he sits on the bed, knees spread. I stand right between them. I rest my hands on his shoulders. He looks up at me. I feel delicate and desired.
"I'm so nervous," I say.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No," I say, "not that kind of nervous, like excited nervous, eager." I squeeze my eyes shut. "Sorry. Does that sound lame?"
“No, it sounds like every man's dream to have an eager, excited virgin standing in front of them after they've been shipped overseas for years, alone, horny. Damn, it's like you're all my wet dreams wrapped up in one."
I laugh. "Oh my God, you're terrible."
"Yeah. I'm very, very naughty."
I lick my lips. "I would like to be," I say. I bite my bottom lip wondering how he's going to take my confession.
"I think that's a sweet idea, but Faith, I don't think you're as naughty as you think you might be. I think you're all sweet innocence and sincerity."
"I'm also pretty fucking wet," I admit.
He groans. "Oh my God." He pulls my hips toward him, his mouth against my core. I feel him kiss me, the cotton leggings the only barrier between my wet pussy and his mouth.