Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Making myself get up, I strip myself of my own clothes, leaving my boxers on. I lie down next to her, pulling her toward me—to give her my body heat—and yanking the blankets over us. Her cold skin against mine does nothing to stop the lust coursing through my veins like hot fire.
She snuggles into me, burying her face in my neck, throwing one of her legs over my thighs. The slight shiver that wracked her frame slowly leaves her body and she melts even more into me.
This is going to be the sweetest torture of my life.
6
Catherine
I’m wrapped in warmth. A comfort like I’ve never felt before tingles all over my body. My eyes feel heavy as I slowly open them to see my head is resting on a man.
My breath hitches for a moment as the night before floods through my mind.
Sheriff Bannon.
That’s who saved me. A man I’ve been avoiding like the plague. Now I’m wrapped around him tightly and I don’t want to let go. He feels too good. I feel safe in this moment and I don’t want it to end.
I let my eyes fall back closed, breathing him in. I’ve had a crush on Cole Bannon since he came back to town. I don’t remember him from when I was younger and he was in school here, but we are ten years apart in age. By the time I was old enough to start noticing boys he was gone and in the army, but I still heard people talk about him.
The town’s golden boy. The town practically had a parade when he’d come back and it wasn’t long after he took over as sheriff. Which scared the heck out of me.
The last sheriff didn’t give me much mind, but I had a feeling Bannon wouldn’t be the same way. He followed the rules and was strait-laced. Or so I’d heard.
You hear a lot of things when you don’t do a lot of talking. After a while people pretty much don’t even notice you anymore. You’re almost invisible, which was what I wanted to be. Slide under the radar. No one to catch on that I was a sixteen-year-old girl living on her own. Stealing her father’s checks to make ends meet.
I let his warm, earthy smell fill my lungs. He smells like a man, and I want to be even closer to him. Keeping my eyes closed I slide over him a little more, even though I’ve already got one leg thrown over him. When my chest rubs against the hairs on his I realize that I’m naked, which wakes me up more.
Bannon grunts. His hands go to my hips. His rough fingers dig into my hips and a muttered “fuck” leaves his lips. I keep my eyes closed, pretending to sleep, but I can’t get my breathing to even out. I rock my hips a little and feel his hardness rub between my legs. A delicious chill runs through my body.
I freeze for a moment. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Maybe that’s because part of me thinks this really can’t be happening. There is no way I’m naked on top of Sheriff Cole Bannon. It doesn't seem possible. Maybe I died out in the snow storm and this is my heaven. It’s too good to be true and I want to steal this moment.
I rock myself again, wanting that sweet chill to roll through my body, and it does.
“Catherine, baby. You’re killing me.” My breath hitches when he calls me that. Once again the night before flutters through my mind. He called me that then, too. Maybe he calls everyone baby? I thought baby was a term of endearment for a lover.
I let my eyes open and brush my nose against the stubble on his neck, before I place a soft kiss there. It isn't enough. I need to know what he tastes like. I kiss him there again, only this time I let my tongue dart out a little. His cock jerks against me and I have to fight back a moan.
I’ve turned him on. It makes me feel like a woman that I’ve gotten this rise out of him. Almost powerful. I’m not used to feeling that way.
“You’re going to kill me,” he growls. The sound vibrates through his chest and against mine. I have to hold back a giggle.
I let my hand slide up the side of his chest, feeling the hairs there against my fingertips. His chest is hard like the rest of him. I run my fingers up but stop when rough scars greet the tips. I want to pull back to see what is marking his skin, but before I can move I’m flipped. My back hits the soft blankets, and Bannon looms over me with a look I’ve never seen on his face.