Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“I don't want to hurt you," he says. "I got you." He promises, and I believe him.
This man I just met, today. This man I am giving myself over to entirely, completely, without reservation. This man who has my heart spun up, my body spun out of control.
This man who is making me melt in a way that seems impossible, considering it's below freezing.
He kisses me and I kiss him back. And I hold him tight. As we come together, hard, hard, harder, still. He growls in my ear as he enters me. As he fills me up and makes me his. I exhale, overwhelmed, overtaken by the force of his length.
“Are you okay?” he asks. I can do nothing but nod, and he kisses me gently, taking me more completely. Entirely. All the way.
We move as one. His cock deep in my pussy. My core on fire. My body, his. Our bodies are wrapped around one another tight, tight.
"Don't let go," I make him promise.
"Never," he swears.
I believe him. And Nicholas – he was right. He's not a stranger. Right now, he feels like he is mine.
11
NICHOLAS
In the morning I decide to cook up a big breakfast for Quinn. She's still wrapped up in the quilt and sheets in the king-size bed, and I smile to myself as the coffee brews. This window reflects bright white, the mountain peaks dazzling, and there's still snow falling from the sky.
It's a beautiful winter wonderland and I wonder if there's any sleds underneath the cabin, thinking maybe it could be romantic for the two of us to get outside and sled down a hill or build a snowman this morning. I fry up some eggs and toss bacon on a griddle as she saunters into the kitchen, sleepy-eyed, her blonde hair rumpled. God, she looks good, a sheet wrapped around her.
"Fuck, baby," I tell her. "You look hot as hell."
"Yeah?" she asks, looking down, her tits pressed together, her nipples poking through the bed sheet.
"Yeah," I say, drawing her close to me. I'm wearing a pair of sweats, and my cock is already aching at the thought of her and me together again. Last night was nothing but perfection, bliss. I could fuck this girl all night, forever, all day. I don't want to let her go, ever. I could hardly sleep. All I could think about was making her mine for good.
I said the word “love” last night, and it wasn't an exaggeration, it’s not something I regret. It was something real.
Love at first sight turns out to be something that's not just found in romance novels and movies made for the big screen.
Turns out, love at first sight is something that can be found right here in Linesworth, because I found it while I was snowed in at Christmas. I found it with her. I want this girl for keeps.
"What are you thinking about?" she says. "I feel like I lost you for a second."
I cup her cheeks and kiss her. "I got lost in your eyes, Quinn. Got lost in you. Fuck," I say. "The bacon!"
I can smell it burning, and she laughs, reaching for the potholder. "Here you go," she says as I grab the potholder from her hand and pull the cast iron skillet off the stove.
"I'm not much of a cook,” I admit.
"That's okay," she says, swatting my ass with a dish towel. "I'm pretty good around the kitchen."
"Yeah? And how do you take your coffee?"
"With cream, but considering we're snowed in," she says, reaching for a bottle of brandy, "how about we add some of this to the coffee too?"
"Perfect," I say.
"I was wondering if you had anything I might be able to borrow to wear? Not that I mind walking around the cabin nearly naked, but it's kind of cold."
"Right," I say. "In the bedroom, there's my suitcase. I haven't had a chance to unpack, but I have some flannel shirts in there, T-shirts, you can wear anything. I can grab it if you'd like, or you can help yourself. I can start the fire, maybe that will help warm up the place too."
"Great," she says. "I'll be right back. You get the fire, I'll get some clothes to make myself decent, and then coffee?"
I nod. "Perfect."
Forgetting about the coffee for a moment, I head to the fireplace and add a few logs to the wood-burning stove. Once it's crackling, I return to the kitchen and add some brandy and cream to our coffees. Setting them on a tray, I carry it to the living room and put it down on the coffee table. Plating the bacon and eggs, I bring that into the living room as well, thinking a nice breakfast by the fire sounds good. We need some protein after the night we've had. I know we both certainly worked up quite an appetite several times over.