Page 79 of For the Promise

He starts to roll his cart inside but I stop him. “I’ve got it.”

He nods before backing away.

“I love Hudson,” Blossom squeals as she reaches for a strawberry and pops it into her mouth. She moans as she chews and my cock – already hard from watching her wander around the chalet with her silky smooth legs exposed – jerks.

“I’m going for a walk.”

“What? It’s raining.”

“It’s fine.”

I reach for the door but she captures my wrist to stop me. “What’s wrong, Jaxon? Shit. Are you hurt worse than you let on?”

She grabs my hand to examine it. She smooths her fingers over my knuckles. “The swelling has gone down and there’s no bruising.” She glances up at me from beneath her lashes. “Maybe your knuckles need a kiss to feel better.”

She leans over to kiss my knuckles and her sleepshirt dips open offering me a view of her cleavage. Guessing by the smirk on her face, the little minx knows exactly what she’s doing. She kisses each and every one of my knuckles.

“There. All better. Or is there somewhere else I need to kiss?”

I groan. “This is why I need to go for a walk.”

Her brow furrows. “Are you avoiding me?”

“You’re not making it easy for me to keep my hands to myself.”

“Who said you have to keep your hands to yourself?”

I brush the hair from her face. “Our weekend is nearly over. On Monday, we’ll return to our normal lives. And, as soon as Alan drops the lawsuit, we’ll get an annulment.”

Pain flashes into her eyes before she blinks and it’s gone. Why would my words be painful to her? Maybe I saw wrong.

She grasps my shirt. “If this is over on Monday, why don’t we enjoy one more night together?”

Because I’m afraid if I enjoy another night wrapped in her arms, I’m going to fall for her. Blossom is not the woman I thought she was. Yes, she’s different than me. But she also doesn’t run from her problems. She’s wicked smart and understands my nerdy jokes – even joins in on them. And she never plans to leave my home of Smuggler’s Hideaway.

“It’s not a good idea.”

She smiles and her eyes warm until they resemble a tawny whiskey. “I think it’s an excellent idea.”

“Blossom,” I grumble.

“Grumbling at me is not helping the situation.”

“What do you…” I trail off when I notice her nipples are hard. “You’re making it awful hard for me to resist you.”

She palms my cock and squeezes. “I get what you mean.”

“You keep squeezing me and this will be over before it begins.”

She freezes. “Begins? Do you mean….” She trails off with a wiggle of her brows.

I don’t know why I bothered trying to resist this woman. She was irresistible before I realized how strong and fun she is.After spending a weekend getting to know her better, I don’t have a chance of resisting her.

“Clothes off. On the bed.”

“Yes, sir. Right away, sir.”

She’s joking, but my cock doesn’t realize it. It pounds in my pants, begging me to let it loose. I inhale a deep breath to get my body under control before I skip foreplay entirely.

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