Page 30 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

Her tongue slipped over her lips. “I never said I was wet.”

“I know you are wet, because you were dripping wet for me the other day. I want to run my lips all over your sticky goodness.”

I removed the cup from her hand, placed it on the floor, then pulled her into my lap. “Do you want that?” I whispered.

“Too much,” she murmured against my lips.

“Fuck, I love watching you come undone for me.” I smirked.

“Collin, I’m so hot. My pussy’s hot for you.”

“Good. I am in no rush to watch you come all over my dick. That will happen. Right now, I want to please you in other ways. No other man will ever touch what belongs to me. You hear me, Kara?”

She visibly swallowed again. “Yes.”

“How does it feel to know you are mine?”

“Weird. I want to believe you really want me.”

“Soon every man who likes you will know you are off limits.” I bit her neck. “My cock is hard as a rock. Too bad you can’t feel it through these layers. I’ll let you continue to prep our meal.”

I released her.

“It’s nothing fancy. Turkey sandwiches and juice. Well, and the vodka you brought,” she laughed.

“Did your dad ever ask you if you wanted to do anything else with your life?”

She pushed the sandwich enclosed in a sandwich bag toward me. “Yes. The more I helped out at the shop and accompanied dad on tours, I realized I was destined to be a tour guide. You know some tourists ask to stay at the upscale igloos five miles away. You could have stayed there.”

“I experience luxury every day. This is perfect. Sleeping in a man-made igloo-- not a manufactured one. This is the life.”

She chuckled. “If you say so, Mr. Outdoorsman. Oh, how could I forget, I brought homemade chicken noodle soup.” She wiggled her eyebrows, shaking the black thermos. “No spoons required. Just chug it.”

Kara placed a second black thermos in my hand. I unscrewed the top and sniffed. The herbs, fresh carrots, and noodles swept up my nose. “Smells incredible. Do you have any more at home?”

“I do.”

“Bring some with you. Tomorrow, I’d like to cook dinner for you. I hope you like steak.”

“Yes, I do. I can’t wait.”

Later that night, we laid in our sleeping bags. She listened to me ramble on about the highlights of the day. “My father had gone on a trip like this when he was young. I feel a little closer to him.”

“Did he pass away?”

“No, he just rides my ass often. Says shit like I better not destroy his empire. No pressure.”

“Collin, if he doesn’t trust you to run it tell him to return and do it himself.”

I smiled. “Thanks. My mom wanted him to quit. They travel the world. Not sure she’d like it if he returned to the office. Bryson and I have been best friends since birth. Our fathers were best friends, and they created the company together. Our mothers get along well, too. It’s peculiar how perfect my life is. Bryce and I have even fucked the same chicks.”

Her brows rose. “Don’t worry, he ain’t touching you. I’d break his arm.”

“Collin, you never came close to having a girlfriend?”

I sighed. “In high school, I had a girlfriend for all of two seconds, then I broke it off. I wanted to date other chicks.”

Her brows wrinkled. “You don’t see why I’d be apprehensive to date you?”

“Yes, that’s another reason why I planned to stay for a month. I’d like to show you, Kara you’re the only woman I want.”

Her lids lowered and she snuggled into her sleeping bag. “Good night, Collin.”

I wanted to be in her sleeping bag, kissing her soft skin as she fell asleep. Kara still didn’t trust me. Smart.

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