Page 14 of Cabin Kisses

I set the fork down and lean forward on my elbows. Her face is red, and she’s biting her lip again. She’s embarrassed and nervous. I didn’t even think about getting her anything, but if it’s at all possible, I’ll give her whatever she wants. “What do you want?”

I hold my breath, hoping that it’s something that I’m going to have around the house. Surely, I can think of something.

“Don’t look at me.”

I startle. “What?”

She rolls her eyes and turns in her chair, facing the wall. “I thought about this all night and told myself I was just going to come out here and say it, but I’ve put it off through breakfast, and now I’m just going to say it.”

She’s still not looking at me. I touch her arm and feel the same magnetic pull I felt last night. “Whatever you want, I’ll do whatever possible to make it happen for you.”

I can feel hope flaring in my chest, but I refuse to believe it. I’m not going to let myself hope until I hear the words from her mouth.

She takes a deep breath, and I wait patiently. “I want... well, last night, you were right. I wanted you. For the first time, I wondered if I really am frigid or not.”

“You’re not,” I tell her. I know she’s not. She’s way too responsive to be frigid.

She shrugs. “But you don’t understand. My whole adult life says otherwise.” She blows out a breath and turns to face me. Her cheeks are flaming red, but once her eyes land on mine, she says it. “I want to have sex with you. I mean, I want to try.”

Thank God I don’t have any food in my mouth because I know I’d be choking right now. I don’t question her. I jump up from my seat, my cock already hard, and say, “Okay.”

I reach for her and pull her up. She’s laughing, but she goes into my arms anyway. “Wait, wait. It’s going to be like an experiment. You seem to think that I’m capable...”

“Yes, honey. I have no doubt I can give you an orgasm.”

She shakes her head. “No, that’s not what this is about. I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on you. I just want to have sex and...” She scrunches up her nose. “I don’t want it to be awful.”

I lean over and put one arm under her legs and one behind her back and pick her up. Her arms go around my neck, and she’s struggling. “No, Levi. You’re going to break your back.”

I walk out of the kitchen, down the hall, and to the bedroom. “You’re light. Quit fighting me.”

She calms in my arms, and when I get next to the bed, I set her feet down on the floor. She’s tugging on the hem of her shirt. “Wait, I didn’t mean right now... we can wait and maybe work up to it.”

I shake my head and pull her lower body against mine. She feels my bulge pressed into her belly, and her eyes widen. “No, honey. That’s not how this is going to work. I’m thinking we’ll be snowed in together for probably two to three days. I plan on making the most of it, and that’s definitely going to be with me between your thighs the majority of the time.”

Her eyebrows arch, and I know she likes the sound of it too. But there’s a hesitancy in her voice. “But what if I can’t... what if I’m awful?”

I twirl her hair in my finger and tug her face to mine. “You can’t be awful. Heck, baby, if you’re half as good as you were in my dreams last night, I’ll sign up to be your sex slave for life.”

“You dreamed about me?”

“Yes. All night. I fought with myself all night. If I’d had it my way, I’d have been buried balls deep inside you instead of sleeping on the lumpy couch.”

She likes what I’m saying, but the look in my eyes tells me she’s scared. I tug at the hem of her shirt. “No pressure. Just let me make you feel good. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it.”

She clenches on to my shirt. “But what if I don’t?”

“You will.”

She doesn’t believe me. “Are you going to be mad if I don’t?” She’s seriously worried about this. Not worried about her not enjoying it but about how I’m going to feel if she doesn’t.

“No, baby. I’m not going to be mad,” I tell her. I leave out the part where I know she’s going to enjoy it. She doesn’t believe me, so I’m going to have to prove it to her.

I pull her shirt up to show her midriff. “Can I take this off?”

She looks bewildered and overwhelmed at my request. “I usually leave it on.”

I grit my teeth before I say something she’s not going to like. What kind of man is this Richard? He’s an ass, but obviously he’s a selfish ass too.

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