Page 4 of Secrets Within Us

I was such a fucking pervert.

She was lying on my couch, hardly alive, and here I was staring down at her naked body that was built after that of a goddess, with a raging hard-on, thinking about how good it would feel to sink myself deep into her plush little body.

Fuck!

It had been way too long since I’d been with a woman, and my predicament was not helping. And it sure wasn’t helping her.

I quickly snatched the throw blanket from the back of the couch and tenderly wrapped it around her body. Then, I lifted her up in my arms, trying to ignore the sensation of her warm breath tickling my neck or the way her curves fit perfectly in my arms. I shook my head again and made quick work of the stairs leading up to the loft bedroom above the living area. It was further from the fire, but the heat rose, and my bed had heavy blankets to warm her up quickly.

As I sat down on the bed, I held her up against my body as I pulled down the bedding to make room for her in the center. I took my long-sleeved shirt off the end of the bed and slid it on over her head before pulling it down and covering up her beautiful body.

She had to be in incredible pain, and the jostling I was doing was no doubt increasing her agony, but it needed to be done. Her head lolled to the side as I moved her again. She groaned as her head jarred and her face contorted in pain when I adjusted her with my hands on her sides, over the top of her ribs.

“Shh, I’m sorry. Let me get you settled, and the pain will end.”

Her icy fingers fell to my thigh, below the hem of my shorts, and the contrast between my overly warm skin and her ice-coldness caused us both to shiver.

She moaned again and mumbled something as I slid her limp body under the sheets and blankets, bringing them up to right below her chin. Her icy hair began dripping on the pillow as the heat thawed the clumps free.

Filled with worry, I swiftly gathered a clean towel and a complete set of first aid supplies from the bathroom, eager to return to her side before she woke up feeling frightened and all by herself. But when I got back up to the bed, she lay there as still and silent as when I left her.

Her hand was my first priority to tend to, given it was an open wound. It was gnarly looking, but from where the teeth entered; I didn’t think it was broken. I wouldn’t know for sure until she woke up and tried moving it, though. So I cleaned and wrapped it and then simply watched her, waiting for her to wake up.

I sat there on the edge of my bed, gazing down at her for hours before I moved again. The pink color returned to her skin as she warmed up under the blankets in my bed and I let myself relax a little with each improvement. She slept peacefully all day with me just sitting there watching over her, unable to get up and walk away.

As the sun started setting in the sky outside of the loft windows, I lifted the blankets, placing my hand on her bare leg to see if her skin was warming up as it should be, while also checking her toes for signs of frostbite.

Her head turned to the side on the pillow, like she was searching for where the hand on her was coming from, a soft crease between her brows formed in confusion.

“Mmh.” Soft as a whisper, the moan slipped through her lips when my hand moved back up her calf, gently tracing the lines of her leg until I reached her knee. The gentleman in me made me stop right above the joint when to be honest, I wanted to do anything but.

The only noise in the room was my breathing, it had turned ragged and labored the second my fingers contacted her flesh. Her body had such an effect on mine, and I couldn’t explain why, because she wasn’t even awake.

“Warm. You’re so warm.” She moaned louder, her voice cracked as she spoke for the first time, as she reached her good hand out and placed it on my hand on her thigh.

I couldn’t look away.

I was going to hell for it.

When I looked up at her face, her eyes were open.

I could have drowned in them right then and there and died a happy man. They were so different from the ones I’d fallen in love with all those years ago. Those eyes so long ago had been clear blue, they looked like the depths of the ocean on a sunny day. Yet the eyes staring back at me were incredibly dark green. In the low light, her eyes nearly glowed, fanned by dark sultry lashes. The flecks of gold in her iris’ matched the gold and auburn freckles on her cheeks and nose.

Everything about the woman differed from my Molly.

Every. Single. Thing.

And I couldn’t figure out why I was so attracted to her despite them.

My hand stilled on her body as our eyes stayed locked on one another.

At first, I thought my touch alarmed her, but I quickly realized she was still disoriented, and she showed no fear when she found my hand wrapped around her thigh.

Neither of us said anything as she slowly came out of the fog and detached her fingers from between mine and laid her hand across her stomach, which was fluttering with rapid breaths. Her eyes left mine briefly to look around the room before landing on mine again.

“Where am I?” Her voice, rough and scratchy, trembled as she asked the question. Beneath the hoarseness, I could hear the honey of it though, and felt my cock pulse in my shorts. The motion caught her eye, and she looked down at the large bulge tenting the fabric.

Finally, her eyes widened with panic, and she glanced back up at me one last time.

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