“Yes.”
“A guy came out, pissed that I took pictures of his cabin. He ended up inviting me inside. It’s beautiful. Custom log work and log furniture.”
“This doesn’t sound good, Emilia. Not to put a damper on it, but you don’t know this random guy in the woods.”
“I know. It sounds bad, believe me. But he’s nice. Trust me, Mom, okay?”
“I trust you, love. I don’t trust others.”
I hung up the phone after saying goodbye and stared in the mirror on the wall. My mom had a point.
She wasn’t wrong to worry.
But she also didn’t have the same gut feeling I did.
Beckett felt like a warm blanket, a haven, a comfort place.
A place I wanted to be in, to always go to.
He couldn’t possibly hurt me.
Right?
CHAPTER FOUR
Walker
I wanted to kiss her,yet I chickened out.
Why?
The ugly truth reared its head again.
My heart thudded with the wordpain, pain, pain.
Memories assaulted me, happy ones now mixed with pain, hitting me left and right. I busied myself in the kitchen, hoping it would distract me, but it didn’t work. Knowing she was in my bathroom right this very moment had me going crazy on the inside.
What if I could create new memories with her? Good memories that won’t sting every time I think of them, but brought me only positive vibes.
I needed to just do it and get it over with. Stop all this thinking and debating.
The bathroom door opened, and I waited, my hands gripping the side of the counters.
“Listen, Beckett, I should?—”
Before she could finish, I stalked over to her, my fists clenched at my sides.
This was my chance. This was my moment, and I was taking it.
I took her face in my hands, cupping both of her cheeks with my palms, brought my face down to meet hers, and kissed the crap out of her.
Slow and longing at first, taking my time and exploring every nook and cranny, every sweet, delectable taste. I pushed my tongue inside and tangoed with hers. Everything about her was intoxicating, and I wanted more.
I placed my hands on her hips and walked her backward toward my couch, her knees hitting the back of it and giving out. She tumbled down, taking me with her as we fell onto the couch like two teenagers in a hot and heavy make-out session.
Deepening the kiss, I moved my hands to her hair, tangling in the soft strands and gently tugging. She moaned in response, and I smiled against her sexy lips.
She tasted better than I imagined, like the best kind of dessert, and I couldn’t get enough. With one hand, I grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her head backward, breaking our kiss. Her hot breath came out in spurts, and without leaving her any time to react, I buried my face in her neck, inhaling a fruity, candy-like scent. I tasted her skin with my tongue, nipped at her with my teeth, and loved how she fell apart in my arms.
