Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
I cross the hardwood floors and toss my purse on the couch. My heels click loudly with every swift step. When I get to the wall of windows, I stop and stare. A girl could spend her whole life up in these mountains and never want to leave.
“You must love the view,” I whisper, staring out into the inky darkness where I can see the outline of trees beneath the sky dotted with shining stars. I don’t ever see the stars in Nashville. There are too many lights.
“Oh, I love it for sure,” his voice is a quiet rumble. For a moment, I have a fantasy of him pressing me against this glass and taking me right here during a snowstorm. Except that it’s not snowing.
I turn back to him, surprised to find he wasn’t looking outside at all. He was staring at me. The raw desire on his face makes me feel feminine and beautiful.
The cabin is open concept, and I saunter toward the kitchen, putting an extra sway in my hips. I feel, rather than hear, him follow me.
Bending down, I wiggle my ass and grab a couple of beers from his fridge, making sure he gets a good long look. When I straighten up, I reach for the bottle opener on his counter.
He puts his big, calloused hand over mine. He towers over me, our size difference suddenly stark. “No, honey. I want both of us stone-cold sober for this.”
He takes the bottle opener and beers from me, setting them back on the counter. Then he drops his head and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is gentle, but the possessive way he cups the back of my head and angles me toward him makes my knees go weak. I lean into him, tugging on the lapels of his suitcoat to urge him closer.
When he nips at my bottom lip, I open to him, desperate and dizzy with desire. I whimper when his tongue finds mine at the exact moment his beard brushes my cheeks. I want to feel that big beard between my thighs. I want to know what my skin would look like covered in beard burn.
“I want you in my bed,” he growls against my lips.
“Yes…” I murmur, desperate to keep him kissing me. If tonight is a dream, then I never want to wake up again. I want to live in this moment with his big hand cradling my body.
He lifts his head, and I whimper, already missing the contact with him. But before I can protest, he scoops me up bridal style. I’ve always been curvy and having this strong mountain man scoop me up into his arms makes me giddy with delight.
I press kisses to his face as he walks, desperate to get my lips anywhere I can. I can’t wait to feel his big body over mine, in mine, thrusting into me.
“Wait,” I gasp out.
He instantly stills and glances down at me, his chocolate brown eyes filled with concern. His voice is deep and growly when he asks, “Do you want to stop?”
I’m too far gone to want to stop this. The smart thing to do would have been to leave the moment I saw him on the balcony. But I was drawn to him. I knew the moment I took the first step toward him that I was going home with him tonight.
“Inside my purse, there are condoms.”
He somehow manages to grab my purse while never letting go of me. He strides to the bedroom with renewed purpose. His room is dark with hulking, oversized furniture and thick curtains blocking the cold, biting wind that blows outside.
He sets me gently on the massive bed, passing me my purse. I realize he might have gotten the wrong idea and explain, “I’m not…this isn’t something I normally do.”
“Me either.” He blows out a breath and takes a seat beside me. Despite all the space on the bed, he still sits as close as he can, our thighs brushing. My girl parts tingle at knowing his cock is so close. “But you don’t have to do—”
I put a finger to his lips. I have every intention of fucking this beautiful beast of a man. “It’s my first time, but I always wanted to be ready for when I met someone special. So, I thought it was a good idea to stay prepared.”
He smiles against my lips and moves my finger. “Good girl.”
Those two words melt me as he reaches for his suitcoat, peeling it from my body until I’m left only in my red dress. “Now, let’s see this shapewear I was promised a glimpse of.”
I chuckle and wiggle out of my dress until he’s seeing the beige shapewear that hugs my curves so tightly. It’s not pretty lingerie designed to arouse. But Jasper puts a hand between his legs and squeezes himself through his dress slacks. The simple motion makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He finds my curves sexy.