If I’m going to coax Haven up there, I want her to fall in love with the cabin life.
Looking relieved to get some kind of order, Jinx does as he’s told.
“There. He’s got company. Now… where were we?” Humming as I pretend to forget, a grin comes to my lips. “Ah, yes. We’re supposed to be catching back up.”
She swats at my chest and rolls her eyes, but I know she likes it.
I just know she’s going to love what I have planned next.
12
Haven
Have I been avoiding Ripper? A little bit, yeah. His declaring that I’m his while being the one who is to be blamed for his black eye may have something to do with it.
He’s not a fan of distance, I can say that much. I don’t know if he stays glued to the hip of everyone he cares about, but this is a bit much.
“You haven’t healed yet.” Groaning the words, I’m able to break away from his demanding mouth long enough to point out the very obvious. “Shouldn’t you wait?”
He sighs against my collarbone before pressing a kiss to my shirt. “I don’t want to.”
So stubborn. I’m no better, whimpering as he squeezes me through my clothes.
“I’ve hit my limit, beautiful. Tell me today can be the day.” He groans like he’s in pain, and I believe him. But more than hiswounds, it’s the throbbing against my thighs that spells out his consistent torture.
“You’re going to let me choose?” Breathless, I can’t help but ask.
He curses against my chest as he leans down. “I want you to want me, so yeah. It’s your choice.”
Does he think that I don’t want him? He’s the reason I had to touch myself through the shower I took the night before. While I was trying to keep my distance, my body was suffering because of it.
“Will it hurt?” Shivering, I tilt my head back when he kisses my racing pulse.
“Only a little bit. It’s a good pain.” He reaches for my sides, squeezing them. He really likes touching me. “But I’ll have you feeling so good.”
I believe him. There’s no doubt in my mind when it comes to his knowledge of pleasure.
Heat floods my cheeks at his words, and his confidence pushes me over. Finally, I nod.
Assuming that he’s just going to pull my pants off and stick it in, I freeze up when he reaches for my shirt. Out of habit, I clutch the hem.
He scowls at my hands, but he doesn’t keep going.
“I want to love every inch of you.” His brows furrow deep. “Why won’t you let me?”
I choke a little bit on the wordloveleaving his lips. “I’m ugly beneath.”
He laughs like I’ve told a joke. I’m serious. His frown returns. “Haven.”
My mouth pinches into a firm line. “You can’t change your mind then.” My fingers tremble against the hem of my shirt. “About the old lady thing.”
He doesn’t laugh this time. He moves to sit back on his heels, resting his hands on his thighs, which highlights his arousal. “That’s a title that means something here. What do you need for confidence? You’ve got your nails deep. Will a ring work? I’ll let you superglue it to my skin. We can tattoo it.”
Finally finding a man who wants me, and it’s just my luck that he’s crazy.
Instead of giving him ideas, I take a deep breath and pull off my shirt. My skin immediately burns from embarrassment and because my scars ache under view.
I’ve got a few of them here and there, but the one I’m most embarrassed about is the thick line between my breasts. While it used to be far uglier, I’m not fond of any of the pale lines marking my body.
