Page 37 of King of Obsession

Without a word, he strode back toward the shack.

The screen door creaked and slammed shut behind him,leaving me alone at last with the gurgle of the creek and the sigh of the wind.

I finished the dishes in silence, trying to shakehimout of my freakin’ mind.

When I slipped back inside, I found him in my bedroom, the door open, where the lamps cast a soft glow over the interior, throwing his figure into sharp relief.

He lay sprawled across my bed, under the sheets and a duvet to the side, his chest bare and gleaming.

My shake-off plan detonated.

Damn him and his sleek golden, muscled physique that had my clit pulsing in ways it had never done in years.

I averted my eyes from his beauty, nabbing my pajamas and socks from my wardrobe.

‘Socks? How can you bear it? It’s too hot in this one-room shack,’ he declared from behind me, his timbre languid, lazy, so after midnight.

‘Find a cooler shack then for yourself,’ I shot back, my hands balling my nightclothes.

I swept past and caught sight of his lips curling, his heated gaze weighted like a physical touch.

Swiveling from the bedroom to the kitchen, where he had a line of sight, I stored the dishes and banked the fire.

Using the entryway to change, where I was hidden from his view, I slipped on my nightwear, shivering.

Unlike Adonis in my bed, I felt the cold, even more so when I was agitated.

The fireplace embers glowed a soft orange as I pushed them around, the poker clinking against the stone hearth. The flames subsided with a final flicker, resigning to a gentle smolder.

Shadows stretched and yawned across the room, reaching for the corners as I turned off the battery-powered lamps and plunged the cabin into near darkness.

A bold shaft of moonlight spilled through the window, casting a silver radiance into the room.

Settling on the couch, I wrapped myself in a thick blanket that did little to ward off the cold and restlessness gnawing at me.

All the while, I cursed him for imposing on my space, for being so undeservedly comfortable in my bed.

The room was shrouded in shadow, save for the faint glow of cinders dying in the fireplace.

Silence hung heavy, punctuated only by the occasional hoot of an owl from somewhere in the dark woods and my muted curses.

The sofa groaned beneath me as I shifted for the umpteenth time, trying to find a sliver of comfort on the cushions.

‘Scusa,’ his timbre cut through the stillness.

I half sat up, eyes slicing to his moonlit silhouette across the cabin.

His sheets rustled with his movement. ‘Woman, take the fuckin’ bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.’

I squinted through the darkness towards the form brazenly sprawled over my mattress.

‘I’m fine,’ I said, my intonation more a growl than intended.

‘Doesn’t sound fine, with all that tossing and turning,’ he observed, the amusement apparent even without seeing his face.

‘I’m good,’ I insisted, pressing my back into the sofa to prove its sudden transformation into a haven of comfort.

There was a pause, a moment where I sensed his mockingdisbelief.

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