Page 11 of Canadian Wild: Love

Nodding, I stand up and stalk to the door, whistling for the dog and fastening a rope lead that I made for him around his little neck. “I’m gonna take the dog out. I’ll be back as soon as I get things checked out.” Maybe I’ll be able to get out of here faster than I think. I really hope so. The more time I spend with the fascinating redhead, the more I want to stay with her, ask her a million questions until I feel like I know every facet of her, inside and out.

She nods and stands up, padding over to the kitchen, my eyes locking on her thick, pale thighs that are barely covered by myflannel shirt. I trip over the dog and it yelps as I struggle to keep on my feet. Her hazel eyes turn towards me, questioning.

“Sorry…” I mutter under my breath. “Little thing likes to get under your feet.” And I’m an ass to blame my lack of attention on anything but her thighs and what’s hiding between them, especially a totally innocent little puppy. The mutt turns its eyes up to me and the way it cocks its head and its ears perk makes me think that it knows just what I’m doing.

Just how big of an ass I really am.

I open the door and let the dog out, following behind him. But as I pull the door tight, I see her thighs again and my body tightens to a painful degree.

I close the damn door and lean on it for a second before I follow the little dog who’s sniffing the bushes around us. He perks his long ears at me and yips like he’s telling me off and I groan. “Don’t you start it too. I know I’m an asshole.”

He just saunters off, his little ass shaking his tail around until he falls over his own big feet and I fight a smile.

“Buddy, you’ve got problems but not like mine. I sure as hell hope the trail is clear so we can get her out of here.”

But I have a feeling it’s wishful thinking. I’m bound to this soft, sweet, sexy,youngwoman for awhile yet and that terrifies the shit out of me.

I’m not sure how long I can be around her before the want that’s bubbling up in me makes me do something stupid. Like fall in love with a woman who doesn’t belong here or to me.

CHAPTER 7

Lizzie

It takes longer than I’m expecting for Emile to come back with the puppy. By the time they get back, the breakfast I whipped up is cold and my nerves are stretched taut.

I jump when the door pops open and the big, broad man steps through it, trying to keep from getting tangled up with the puppy who’s dancing between his legs, the rope just about tripping him up.

“Let me take him,” I say and rush over to help him. Only to find myself being tripped up by the little stinker and falling into Emile’s arms, both of us grunting as I dig my nails into his biceps to hold me steady.

His big hands grab my waist and he tugs me tight into his body and all the breath punches out of me when I feel the thick rod pushing at his zipper.

I stare up at him, transfixed as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, my eyes following the movement hungrily.

I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this man. He pulls me tighter and I can feel his heart beating crazy fast under my fingers as I touch his chest. He groans and half-closes his eyes, the gorgeous navy so dark that it looks like the starry midnight sky over the mountains.

“Emile?” I whisper, my fingers clenching in his shirt and tugging at him.

“Lizzie, we shouldn’t…”he says. But he never finishes the sentence because my lips touch his and he groans, tangling his fingers in my hair, holding my head steady as he plunges his tongue into my mouth, tracing my teeth and slicking along my tongue, twining with it urgently, recklessly, until neither of us can breathe steady and my legs are shaking, threatening to drop me to the ground without him holding me up.

All hell breaks loose and I rip at his shirt as he rips the buttons off his shirt covering me. I can hear them scatter around the room and I laugh wildly. His eyes burn my skin like a wildfire flowing over me, liquifying what’s left of my control.

His big fingers come out and touch my nipple gently, groaning when it beads up like it’s begging for his touch.

“Oh my god! Don’t stop, Emile!” He growls like a wild, feral animal and throws me across his shoulder, striding across the room to the small pull-out in the corner. He’s got it ripped out in seconds and drops me to the mattress. I bounce when I hit the mattress and before I stop, he’s got my shirt off and he groans when he sees that I’m not wearing panties.

“Fuck. If I knew you weren’t wearing panties you’d have been fucked hours ago.”

“Stop wasting time,” I groan and push my hips to meet his. “I need that big dick I know you’re hiding inside me.”

His hands shake as he unbuckles his belt and I shiver when the jingle makes goosebumps rise on my arms and legs. I don’t know why it’s so damn sexy but it is. Visions of his belt around my body drive my need higher and wilder until I’m writhing around on the bed, begging for anything.

“Emile, please. I’m so empty. I need you inside me. Please. Now.”

He grins wide and wicked and it makes my juices leak down my thighs. His eyes latch onto the spot where my thighs meet and his big hands spread me wide. “Oh my fucking god, baby girl. I’ve never seen a prettier pussy in my life.”

“Touch me,” I whimper, my voice breaking hungrily as I feel the heat of his breath on my feverish skin.

“Gladly,” he growls and then I feel his tongue slick up from my ass to my clit greedily, hard and heavy. No sweet little buildup with him. No, he’s all in from the very first and it’s just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt.

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