Page 77 of Through The Woods

My eyes widened in understanding and he added, “In case you’re wondering, I’m good.”

“That’s what she said,” I blurted out before a nervous laugh escaped my lips.

Charm rocked against me with a small growl. “Is that a yes? You gonna let me in?”

I nodded, maybe a bit more eagerly than I should have. I hadn’t been with anyone bare—Clint might’ve been strung out, but he always used protection.

The door knob began turning and I stiffened under him. “Go the fuck away!” He roared at the door and the handle stopped moving immediately. I was thankful he’d remembered to lock it behind us.

With a slow thrust, Charm pushed past my every barrier, taking me ‘as is’ and filling me entirely. With each wall that he demolished, I clung to him, unable to do anything more than accept everything he was giving me. His tongue moved roughly against my lips before dropping back down to my neck…to my collar bone.

I arched up until his beard scraped against my nipples, silently offering them up to his amazing mouth. His hands slid up the back of my legs, stroking them in time with his gentle thrusts.

We were beyond words, completely sober, yet high on each other. The smell of smoke clung to our damp skin and I closed my eyes and breathed it in, committing it to memory. I could almost hear the crackle of the firewood and see the sparks from the embers as they floated down to earth.

He was like the woods surrounding this place and I wanted nothing more than to get lost in him.

His muscles rippled as he held himself above me, the sweat visible on his forehead as it made a lazy descent down past his thick eyebrows. I bit down lightly on his lip and he groaned; the sound reverberating down into my toes, forcing my body to tighten around him, fusing us together.

I had never known anything like this before.

I never imagined that the simple act of sex could convey love, but I felt it with each thrust of his hips. His fingers brushed against my core, while his other hand gripped my ass, anchoring me up against him.

We were no longer Charm and Neve; it had become so much more than that. The faint taste of a cigar was on his lips along with something I couldn’t quite place— I never wanted to forget it though.

Moans and whimpers escaped my lips; sounds I’d never heard myself make before. His mouth and hands were everywhere as he rocked into me, as if checking to make sure I was real.

“Honey...” He murmured against my hair.

Charm pushed me closer to the edge with his words, stripping me bare and taking everything I had to offer, before we entered into a freefall. He thrust deeply and poured himself into me while I held him in a death grip to keep from floating away. We lay in silence for a few minutes, the air punctuated only by the sounds of our labored breaths.

“Charm—” there was so much that needed to be said.

“Kane, honey. In here, call me by my name. Out there, I’m Charm. In here, I’m just yours.”

It was easy for a man to sum up his feelings in a few simple words and I blinked, trying to force the tears back in, but found it was a futile effort. My words were forgotten. He’d just confessed part of his real identity to me and I knew that I owed it to him to come clean about the truth of my past, but I’d been rendered temporarily speechless.

His rough hands brushed away the tears that made it to my cheeks and he pulled me into his side, my back up against his chest. “Sleep, sweet Neve.”

Fir tree

Sunlight peeked through the blinds, pulling me from my dreams. I attempted to roll over when I realized there was a large arm draped across—well, across my breasts, specifically. The other was tucked under my head as a pillow.

I turned my head back to look at the biker who’d stolen my heart. He was still asleep, his breathing deep and even. I wondered what he was dreaming about as his eyelids flickered rapidly.

Moments later, he sat straight up with a gasp, and I rolled back onto the mattress.

He took deep gulps of air before realizing I was in bed with him. Once he saw that I was though, his features relaxed and he grinned down at me. “Mornin’.”

“Good morning.”

“I thought I dreamed you.”

It wasn’t some bold declaration of love, but my eyes filled regardless. “I’m real. You know, it’s kind of silly to be asking now, but I don’t know how old you are.”

He popped his neck and stretched before answering me. “I’m thirty—you’re legal, right?”

I smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m legal. Twenty-two, to be exact.”

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