Page 11 of Cabin Kisses

She shakes her arms and moves her neck side to side, and I hold in my smile. She’s trying to decompress, and I’m not going to laugh about it. “Ready?” I ask her.

She’s holding her breath, but she nods.

When my lips are about to touch hers, I tell her, “Open your mouth for me. I want to taste you.”

Her lips part instantly, and I press my lips to hers. The kiss is soft and sweet, and I do my best to keep it that way. When she whimpers, I press harder, angle my head, and deepen the kiss. My tongue mates with hers, and whether she realizes it or not, she’s whimpering, and the needy sound is like music to my ears. I want to jump up and down on the couch, but I don’t. Probably because I don’t want this to end.

We kiss, and my hand slides to the front of her neck. I trace my finger across her collarbone and then down to the v of her cleavage. She’s practically vibrating against me.Just one touch, I tell myself. I move my hand over her breast and touch her there. Her nipple is peaked under my palm. She’s turned on, and when I squeeze, she gasps, pulling back.

“What? I mean, my God.” She moans.

She’s panting, breathing in and out, and I still haven’t moved my hand. My finger is tracing the puckered nipple as if to say,See, I knew you were wrong. You’re definitely not frigid.

She puts her hand over mine, and I stop my ministrations before I rest my forehead to hers. “Are you okay?”

She blinks, her eyes wide, staring back at me. “Yes. I’m okay, it’s just, I don’t know, it’s a fluke.”

I laugh then, because I can’t hold it back. “You think this is a fluke? This between you and me?”

She nods just as I shake my head. “It’s definitely not a fluke.”

I want to ravish her. I want to strip her of her clothes and push myself inside her and demand her orgasm from her. But she’s not ready for that.

I pull back and miss her instantly, but I know I need to take this slowly.

I force myself to stand up and ignore the bulge between my legs. I pull my pants at the thighs, trying to make room. I walk away then, to the other side of the room. Only when I’m a safe distance do I tell her, “What I feel for you is not a fluke. From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. And if you wouldn’t lie to yourself, you would know you feel the same. There’s no way you can tell me that you kissed me like that and don’t feel a thing. Your nipples are hard, Gina. Your whole body was trembling against mine in desire. I stopped because I’m going to give you time to deal with this. But do whatever you have to do because when all is said and done, you and I are happening.”

I drop that little bombshell and then I walk out of the room. I go straight to the kitchen and start pulling out the fixings to make cookies. My girl wanted dessert; she’s going to get dessert.

Chapter9

Georgina

Ican’t believe I just kissed Levi. I’ve known him less than twelve hours and already I’ve felt more sexual excitement with him than I ever have before. I smack my hand to my head. Did I really just tell him that I’m frigid? I’m surprised he didn’t run me out of the door as soon as I said the words out loud.

He surprised me, though. It was more of a challenge to him than anything, I think, and he was determined to prove me wrong. And prove me wrong he did. I still can’t believe it. The attraction I felt was undeniable. I force myself to stand up. The fire has the room heated, and I walk through the living room and stand at the entrance to the kitchen. “You okay?” I ask him.

Levi is standing at the counter, his back to me, and he’s leaning on his hands. His head is hung, and it’s like he’s in deep thought or upset, one or the other.

He stands up taller. “Yes, I’m fine. Are cookies okay?”

I lean against the door jamb. “Yes, but you don’t have to bake for me. You can take me back to the lodge if you want to.”

I’m worried that he’s not meeting my eyes, but when I offer for him to take me back, his eyes snap up at me. “I’m not taking you back. Not until you’ve had the dessert I promised you.”

I let out a breath that I’d been holding. I had wondered if he regretted bringing me here. I slap my hands together. “All right, so let’s do this. How can I help?”

We work together putting all the ingredients in and then scooping them out onto the pan. He’s making them from scratch without even looking at a recipe. I just do what he tells me. I have dough on my finger and am reaching for a paper towel when he grabs my hand and sucks the sweetness off. I suck in a breath right then and there. His tongue whirls on my finger, and when his lips pop off, he moans as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“Good?” I ask him.

He nods. “The best.”

We put the pan in, and then I stand awkwardly against the counter. He has his arms crossed over his chest. “Do you want to go to the lodge?”

“Oh, I mean, yeah, that’s fine. We can go.”

He shakes his head and moves over to me. His body presses to mine, and there’s no denying his attraction for me. Did he get that just from looking at me and from being near me? I want to ask him, but I don’t have the guts.

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