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That has my concern rising all over again.“What things?”
She looks weary, but she softens a little.Opening up to me a touch.
“Just things.Things around the farm.”She rubs her eyes, not offering me much more.I drop it for now.
“I’ll stay tonight.I'm sleeping on the sofa.”There’s no way I’m leaving her tonight.
Shaking her head, she huffs a laugh.“I’m pretty sure that sofa will leave you with a bad back.”
“Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”
She looks at me as though I’m crazy.“I’m fine, Sawyer.Thanks for coming, but you don’t need to worry about me.”Her small smile does absolutely nothing to appease me.My gut churns, feeling like something is amiss.
“I want to help you, Annabelle.”I need her to understand that I’m not just someone from town here to help.I want to be here for her.To support her.
“I don’t need help,” she grits out, her independence and pride too much.
“That’s what friends do.”
“Is that what we are?Friends?”I see it then.Something in her eyes.
“Yeah, I’d like to think so.I’d also like to think we could be more, because the more I get to know you, the more I want to.”
“Are you trying to rescue me again, Sawyer?”she asks sarcastically, and I grin.
“I think we both know you’re the kind of woman who rescues herself.But you might be surprised with what I can do.Who knows, maybe you’ll be rescuing me?”As I walk toward her slowly, her shoulders seem to lower.
“Do you have a Superman cape under that suit you wear?”She looks me up and down, and a small smile dances on my lips at seeing her a bit more relaxed.
“Oh, believe me, Lois Lane, I’m no hero.”
“Hmm.I think you are.At least you were tonight,” she whispers.“Thank you for coming.”Feeling her tough walls breaking down, I grab her hand, squeezing it in mine, before I pull her to me gently, and she comes willingly.She melts against me as I hug her to me tight.Her arms wrap around me, hanging on like I’m her lifeline as she buries her head in my chest.My heart swells, and I kiss the top of her head.She feels good in my arms, delicate, the contrast between her fiercely independent personality and her small, soft body now obvious.
Her hands smooth up my chest, and she remains close as she pushes her head back to look at me, her chin resting on my pec.As she does, her hair falls back, tickling my fingers, and I splay my hands wide, wanting to touch as much of her as I can.I’ve had many women.Held them, kissed them, enjoyed amazing sex with them.But this is the first time I’ve never wanted to let one go.
“You don’t need to thank me,” I say softly.She swallows, the movement taking my eyes from her as I trail her neck and lift my hand, skimming it up her side to cup her jaw.
“Maybe not with words…” And then she lifts onto her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine.My mind zaps with energy, knowing she initiated this kiss and wants me as much as I want her.As I skirt my tongue across her luscious lips, she opens for me.We’ve kissed, we’ve become closer and closer every time we’re together, but right now, my body feels like I’m on fire from having her mouth on mine.I pull her closer to me, my hand on her lower back, pressing her body flush to me.As I do, she releases a little moan that shoots right to my balls, my skin tingling beneath the light touch of her hands as she wraps them around my neck and pulls me down for a more thorough kiss that has me moaning right back.
Our height difference is noticeable, so I drop my hand, grab her ass, and lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist immediately.I don’t know if it’s because tonight has been a little frantic, whether it’s the fact that I’ve got her ass in my hands, or if it’s because she came on to me tonight, but I’m so fucking hard for her, it should be embarrassing.This feels so damn good.As her body molds to mine, our lips mesh together, my tongue exploring, wanting more of her, and she holds on to me for dear life.
I step forward a few paces to the wall, pressing her back against it, relishing her gasp that turns into a moan at our closeness.My hands palm her perky ass, and I groan into her mouth, feeling like I’m in heaven.
Pulling back a little, I look at her, my eyes immediately catching on the gash on her forehead, and I internally curse.She’s injured, and I’m fucking groping her.I swallow, trying to catch my breath as she watches me, her own breaths quickened.
“Wow…” she says on an exhale as she looks at me, and I can’t help but grin.There’s a fire inside of us that’s simmering, building.When she adjusts herself a little, her hips grinding into mine, I clench my jaw as she feels all of me, hard and ready, and her legs wrap around me tighter.
“Hmmm, I probably shouldn’t be manhandling you.I should be putting you to bed with pain relief.But it appears that you are my kryptonite, Lois…” Even though she chuckles at that, I feel conflicted.City me probably wouldn’t care.City me would strip her bare, fuck her right here against the wall, on the dining table, anywhere I could.But Whispers me knows better.I lean in and kiss her quickly on the lips again, not wanting to stop, but knowing I should.
“You can’t sleep on the floor tonight, Sawyer… But you can sleep in my bed.”Her eyes are full of anticipation before I nod, my heart pounding harder.Even though she’s inviting me to be closer to her, I know with her injury and her history that we need to go slow.This is her trusting me to keep her safe, not just physically, but emotionally.I can’t remember the last bed I slept in with a woman where sex didn’t happen, and it’s going to be hard having her right next to me and not touching her in the way I so desperately want to.
But ever since I’ve come to spend more time here in Whispers, I’m seeing that there’s a first time for everything.Tonight is no exception.
18
Annabelle
As I stand in my bathroom, getting ready for bed, I look at myself in the mirror, staring at my reflection.
