Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I was so excited to see him again. As soon as I came home from the library, I took a shower and went out to the woods to find him. But now that I’m here, I wonder if I didn’t make a mistake. After all, Dane didn’t look very happy to see me. But he didn’t turn me away, either.
God, he looks so incredibly sexy. His eyes look even bluer than they did before and he trimmed his beard. Now I can see killer cheekbones and a chiseled jaw that makes me wet. I wonder, did he make these changes for me?
“So, tell me.” Dane fixes me with a long stare. One side of his mouth is curled into a smirk. His hot, attentive gaze makes me feel like I’m on display.
“Well,” I say casually. “I know what it feels like to be lonely.”
“I doubt that. You’re a college student. You should have loads of friends.”
I shake my head and laugh. “Not exactly.” Raising an eyebrow, I lean in closer. “Remember how we met?” as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them. Dane and I barely know each other – after all this is only the second time we’ve met. I wonder if I haven’t made huge mistake but to my relief Dane laughs.
“You’re right,” he says. “I should have remembered.” The look Dane gives me is hot enough to melt ice and suddenly, I know he’s thinking about having sex with me again. Swallowing, I squirm in my chair. Between the food and our unexpected conversation, I’m feeling sated and happy.
“And I know that getting along with family isn’t always easy,” I continue on. “My mother is embarrassed of me. She thinks that I am fat.”
Dane snorts derisively and shakes his head. “No way,” he replies. “There’s no way. You’re gorgeous, Emma.”
His choice of words makes me flush hotly. Every word out of Dane’s mouth draws me in like a moth to a flame. I can’t ever remember feeling so drawn to someone before.
And he thinks I’m gorgeous?
There’s no way this is real-life.
“You can’t possibly mean that,” I say. “I’m definitely not even pretty, and I know for certain that I’m not gorgeous.”
Dane shrugs. “You don’t have to believe me,” he says with a smirk that makes my heart start pounding wildly in my chest. “But I know that you are.”
His voice is so calm, yet so serious that I don’t dare question him. And his eyes may be as blue as the ocean but when I look into them now I see nothing but passion and flames. My palms are sweaty as Dane gets up to refill my stew. When he sets the fresh bowl in front of me, I put my hand on his arm and look deeply into his eyes.
“I had to see you again,” I say quietly. “And there’s nothing you can do to make me stay away. The scarf thing – you’re right, it was all a ruse.” I look deeply at his face. “And I think you wanted me to come back.”
Dane smiles, but there isn’t any humor in his sky-blue eyes. All he can do stare at me for what feels like an eternity before nodding.
“I know,” Dane says slowly. “It wasn’t tough to figure out the scarf thing.”
Before I can think about what’s happening I get to my feet and stretch up to kiss him on the lips. For a moment, the kiss is chaste. But when I feel Dane’s tongue slip between my lips, my belly lurches with arousal and I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. With our bodies pressed together, Dane puts his hands on my waist and presses his crotch to mine. As soon as I can feel the bulge of his hard cock, I moan softly and tangle my hands his long hair.
“Emma,” Dane growls in my ear, brushing my neck with his lips. The sensation sends a hot thrill done my spine, and I blush furiously. I want him so bad that I can practically taste it. The connection between us is so strong: we barely know each other, and I want him to consume me.
It’s almost frightening – my heart is racing and I feel like Dane could crush me against his body if he wanted. But he holds me gently, with his hand in the small of my back like a boy at a dance.
By the time we pull apart, my breath is coming in pants and I can feel that my face is hot and flushed. Dane is looking at me with pure lust in his eyes, but there something else there too. What could it be? Obsession? Animalistic passion? Or some other emotion, slippery and tangled, impossible to put a finger on? All I know is that I belong here … with this man, in this cabin.