Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“I built it for me and my mate,” he says, smiling down at me. He’s been carrying me in his big strong arms and cradling me to his warm chest the entire way. He walked for a long time and he didn’t seem to mind carrying me at all. And I am not a light flimsy girl. I have more than a few extra pounds on me. How strong is this guy?
“Does that mean you built it for me?” I ask, not able to stop smiling as I look up at him. I’m already picturing writing my next novel on that cute little porch with the birds singing and the gorgeous view of the trees. There won’t be any distractions at all.
Well, except for my hot burly mate.
“I did. Are you going to move your sweet little ass in with me?”
“I come with baggage.”
“What baggage?”
“A cranky old cat named Henry.”
He laughs. “I’m sure we’ll be best friends.”
“I’m sure you won’t be. He hates everyone. Including me.”
I’m smiling, and Oliver stops walking. He’s looking at me like he’s going to kiss me.
Yup. He lifts me to his mouth and plants a wet warm one right on my lips. I think I’m going to like living here.
With my head swimming from another sensual kiss, he brings me inside and shows me his log cabin.
“Oh good, we got power back,” he says as he walks around, turning on the lights.
He disappears into the bedroom and returns with a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt on. Aw, damn it. It was fun while it lasted, although he looks really good like this too.
I can’t wait to see this man in every kind of outfit—suit and tie, construction gear, bathing suit, robe, pajamas—it’s all going to be a fun show.
When I finally tear my eyes away from Oliver, I look around the log cabin. It’s even cuter on the inside. There’s a stone fireplace with two comfy looking couches in front of it. A big screen TV, a thick rug, nice lamps, and a kitchen to die for.
If you typed ‘cozy log cabin dream kitchen’ into Pinterest, images like this kitchen would pop up. It’s adorable.
There’s a granite island with handmade wooden stools along one edge. A beautiful metal chandelier is hanging over it. Stainless steel appliances, colorful eclectic plates and mugs, giant windows—this kitchen has it all.
“You designed this?” I ask as I look around in wonder.
“Designed and built it,” he says with a smile. “Do you like it?”
“I love it,” I say as I run my hand over the smooth log wall.
“Do you think Henry will like it?”
I laugh. It’s so cute that he’s worried about my cat liking his house. “If he doesn’t, there’s something seriously wrong with him.”
“You need to warm up in the shower,” he says, looking concerned as he looks me up and down. “I don’t like how you’ve been wet and cold for so long.”
“I was nice and warm in your arms.”
“You’re taking a shower,” he says like it’s final. “Before you catch a pneumonia.”
“I’ll take it under one condition,” I say with my arms crossed.
“What is it?”
“You take it with me.”
He grins as those hungry wolfish eyes roam up and down my body.
“You got yourself a deal.”
“This is heavenly,” I moan as the hot water washes down on my face. I melt into it with a moan, my skin tingling all over from the heat. It’s wonderful.
Oliver has one of those huge raindrop showerheads that hang over your head. I’ve always wanted to try one and it’s even better than I imagined.
The glass door slides open while my face is tilted up to the water, eyes closed and smiling.
Oliver’s big body steps in behind me.
“Oh,” I moan when I feel those big strong hands on my hip.
I’m naked with a man.
That thought sends a naughty little thrill jetting through my body.
“Hello,” he grumbles in my ear with his deep masculine voice while those magical hands slide onto my stomach. Normally, I’m shy with my stomach, but Oliver seems to love it just how it is. He can’t take his hands off it.
“Hello,” I answer back with a smile. My smile quickly fades into a moan as he glides his hands up my soapy body and cups my bare breasts.
My nipples harden as he slides his palms over them. My heart races as he plays with my buds, gripping, massaging, and rolling my nipples between his fingers.
“I knew my mate would have nice tits,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I push my ass back toward him and gasp when I feel his hard cock. He presses it against my upper ass and lower back while he groans in my ear.
I want him so badly. I want to feel him inside me.
I want him to take my virginity.