Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
I want to ravish her. I want to strip her of her clothes and push myself inside her and demand her orgasm from her. But she’s not ready for that.
I pull back and miss her instantly, but I know I need to take this slowly.
I force myself to stand up and ignore the bulge between my legs. I pull my pants at the thighs, trying to make room. I walk away then, to the other side of the room. Only when I’m a safe distance do I tell her, “What I feel for you is not a fluke. From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. And if you wouldn’t lie to yourself, you would know you feel the same. There’s no way you can tell me that you kissed me like that and don’t feel a thing. Your nipples are hard, Gina. Your whole body was trembling against mine in desire. I stopped because I’m going to give you time to deal with this. But do whatever you have to do because when all is said and done, you and I are happening.”
I drop that little bombshell and then I walk out of the room. I go straight to the kitchen and start pulling out the fixings to make cookies. My girl wanted dessert; she’s going to get dessert.
Chapter 9
Georgina
I can’t believe I just kissed Levi. I’ve known him less than twelve hours and already I’ve felt more sexual excitement with him than I ever have before. I smack my hand to my head. Did I really just tell him that I’m frigid? I’m surprised he didn’t run me out of the door as soon as I said the words out loud.
He surprised me, though. It was more of a challenge to him than anything, I think, and he was determined to prove me wrong. And prove me wrong he did. I still can’t believe it. The attraction I felt was undeniable. I force myself to stand up. The fire has the room heated, and I walk through the living room and stand at the entrance to the kitchen. “You okay?” I ask him.
Levi is standing at the counter, his back to me, and he’s leaning on his hands. His head is hung, and it’s like he’s in deep thought or upset, one or the other.
He stands up taller. “Yes, I’m fine. Are cookies okay?”
I lean against the door jamb. “Yes, but you don’t have to bake for me. You can take me back to the lodge if you want to.”
I’m worried that he’s not meeting my eyes, but when I offer for him to take me back, his eyes snap up at me. “I’m not taking you back. Not until you’ve had the dessert I promised you.”
I let out a breath that I’d been holding. I had wondered if he regretted bringing me here. I slap my hands together. “All right, so let’s do this. How can I help?”
We work together putting all the ingredients in and then scooping them out onto the pan. He’s making them from scratch without even looking at a recipe. I just do what he tells me. I have dough on my finger and am reaching for a paper towel when he grabs my hand and sucks the sweetness off. I suck in a breath right then and there. His tongue whirls on my finger, and when his lips pop off, he moans as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Good?” I ask him.
He nods. “The best.”
We put the pan in, and then I stand awkwardly against the counter. He has his arms crossed over his chest. “Do you want to go to the lodge?”
“Oh, I mean, yeah, that’s fine. We can go.”
He shakes his head and moves over to me. His body presses to mine, and there’s no denying his attraction for me. Did he get that just from looking at me and from being near me? I want to ask him, but I don’t have the guts.
“No, I’m not saying I want to take you back. What I’m telling you is that it’s probably now or in a few days.”
When his words finally register, I gasp. “What do you mean?” I’m usually very smart, but being around Levi seems to make me dumb in some ways.
He nods over my shoulder, gesturing to the window. “The blizzard that was supposed to come after Christmas is coming early.”
“What?” I ask, turning to look. I look out the window, and all I see is white. “No, surely not.”
He grabs my hand and walks me to the back door. He flips a switch to light it up and then opens it so I can see out. He’s standing at my back, his body pressed against mine.
“It’s snowing... hard,” I say dumbly.
His arms wrap around my waist and lock across my stomach. “Yeah.”