Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I go to my knees and position myself at her entrance. She’s glistening, and it’s like her pussy is begging for attention. I move slowly inside her, and Maddie groans in frustration. “Don’t do that, Rhett. I’m not a porcelain doll, don’t treat me like one.”
“But—” I start, and she buries her heels into my ass.
I don’t fight her. I pummel into her, and I’m unable to stop the guttural groan that escapes me. “Fuck.”
Her voice has dropped an octave. “You’re such a romantic.”
I realize she’s calling me out for swearing. Every instinct in my body tells me to keep going, but I don’t. “Is that what you want? You want romance?”
We stare into each other’s eyes, and she doesn’t even try to hide the emotion on her face. “I don’t care if you’re the same grumpy cowboy I’ve come to… uh… I’m used to or if you’re spouting off cuss words… or waxing poetic. I just want you, Rhett.”
I lean up to kiss her, and my cock goes deeper. She moans, and I seal my lips to hers.
I feel connected to Maddie in a way I’ve never felt before, and I don’t want this to end. I thrust in and out of her, and even though I just came, it’s not going to take long for it to happen again.
I slow down my thrusts, but the friction is too intense. She fits me like a glove, and I’m slowly losing control. I reach between us and press my finger to her clit. She jerks as I circle the swollen nub, but I don’t relent. I know the exact moment her orgasm starts. Her cunt gets hotter and wetter, and her body locks up as the orgasm starts to shoot through her.
I pick up speed, impaling her on my cock, and the movements are erratic. Our groans fill the room, and I explode with her, painting her insides with my seed.
Breathless, I hover over her, searching her face. I’m waiting for the regret or possible freak-out, but she just looks up at me with a dazed expression.
“Maddie?”
She blinks but doesn’t say anything. “Maddie,” I repeat.
When she still doesn’t answer, I pull out and lie down on the bed next to her, pulling her against me. “Maddie, baby, talk to me. Are you okay?”
She finally nods her head. “I’m okay… I never… I mean… not with someone else.” She throws her hand over her head. “You, uh, really know what you’re doing.”
My chest expands. I wanted this to be good for her. At least I gave her that.
I kiss her forehead and chuckle. “I’m going to clean you up, then you need to rest.”
She sits up as I start to climb out of the bed. “Rest? I don’t need to rest.”
I get to the door of the bathroom before I turn around. “Yeah, you do. I have you one night, Maddie. I’m going to take full advantage of this, and that means I’m going to have you again. And then probably again after that.” I suck in a breath. “You okay with that?”
Her face lights up. “I’m more than okay with that.”
I nod, satisfied with her answer. “I’ll be right back.”
CHAPTER 9
MADDIE
The sound of the cabin door shutting jolts me awake. I pull the sheet over my naked body and call out, “Rhett?”
I realize how dumb that is after the fact. I mean, who else would be out here in the middle of a snowstorm? He walks into the bedroom and starts to undress. The moonlight shining through the window puts him in the spotlight. I try not to stare, but it’s pointless. “Uh, did you go outside like that?”
He sits down on the edge of the bed to take the rest of his clothes off. “No, I had the coveralls on. I brought in some more wood.”
He lies down next to me but doesn’t touch me.
I don’t think I want the answer to the question I’m about to ask, but I ask anyway. “Is it still snowing?”
He grunts, and I wonder if he’s upset about it too. “No, it stopped. But we probably won’t be able to get out of here for another day or two.”
I turn to my side, facing him. “Are you mad at me?”
He turns to face me but isn’t smiling. “Why would I be mad at you?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Because I got you stranded here.”
He puts his hand out, and I suck in a breath, anticipating his touch, but he pulls back and tucks it against his chest. “No, I’m not mad about that. And it’s not your fault. I didn’t have to come.”
I blow out a breath and roll to my back to stare at the ceiling. I should be exhausted. He wasn’t lying. I think we’ve only been sleeping for an hour since the last time he woke me up with his mouth between my thighs.