Raven chuckled at Beth Franks. Her stories about chasing skips had all the women laughing. Raven’s favorite was the skiptrying to evade Beth, who had run naked into a corral with one of the bulls for the rodeo. Beth had said she’d been laughing so hard and watching him try to run away from the bull that she almost couldn’t calm down enough to cuff him after the rodeo clown had gone in and distracted the bull.
“Ladies, I’m going to see if I can steal Raven away for a walk,” Twist said.
Raven grinned at him and let him take her hand. Her belly warmed at the feel of his roughened fingers in hers. A walk would be nice. She loved these women, but she’d been trying to figure out how to get away from them to get Twist alone with her.
“Be safe, children,” Guru called.
“Make sure he’s a giver instead of a taker, Rave,” Fury called out.
She rolled her eyes at her friends. Fury would say that. Fury’d had a one-nightstand, and the guy had thought two pumps should make a woman climax. Raven let Twist lead her away from the group before they could say anything else to embarrass her. She wondered where he wanted to walk.
“Well, I’d never be a taker, but I thought maybe you could show me your Lego collection. I knew if I said that, though, Remi and Beth would probably invite themselves along,” he said.
“I’d like that. My cabin is here,” Raven led him to her above-ground residence. They all had smaller rooms with en suites downstairs in another area that branched off from the Time Out rooms. Mace, along with a couple others, had planned for multiple places to hide. Raven adored her little house. It was two bedrooms with one bathroom and an open floor plan with the kitchen andfamily room. She used one bedroom specifically for all her Legos and her crafts.
She unlocked the door and let Twist into her space. Although the cabins on the property all had pretty much the same layout, she’d personalized hers. She had white countertops in her kitchen with brass streaks running through them. Her cabinets were a deep blue on the bottom with brass handles to highlight the streaks in the marble. Her upper cabinets were painted an almost white with a hint of gray. She’d seen the color combination at the warehouse where she’d picked out the countertops and fallen in love with it. Her floors were a honey oak color. The house was an oasis in the storms they dealt with.
“It’s gorgeous but homey, too. I feel like I could sit down and relax,” Twist said, smiling at her. She was deeply regretting sayingthey should take it slow. He was handsome, but when he smiled—it was all she could do not to rip off her damp panties and ask him to please take her.
“Where do you work on the Legos?” he asked.
She turned the light on in the first bedroom. Bookcases lined three of the four walls, floor to ceiling. Books and Legos filled most of the shelves.
“Bookworm?” he asked.
“Avid,” she answered.
Twist ran his hands over some of the spines of the titles. Raven wished he was running his fingers over her. He walked around the room, inspecting her different Lego pieces. His questions showed he genuinely cared about her answers.
Once he’d gotten all the way around the room, he turned and stared at her. The heatof his stare had her nipples beading and her belly aching. He walked toward her, reminding her of a wild animal stalking its prey. But she didn’t mind being prey in this instance.
“I find you incredibly sexy, intoxicating, and so attractive I can’t think straight around you,” Twist said, pausing as he stopped in front of her, his finger brushing down the bridge of her nose, across her lips until he reached her chin and tilted it up.
“I’d like to take you into the front room, lay you down on your couch, slide these jeans down your thighs, and then feast until you know that I’m a giver, not a taker,” he said.
Raven’s breath caught in her throat at Twist’s words. In one short afternoon, she moved from attraction to infatuation, and now she had a deep longing to see whereletting Twist have his way would take them. She nodded her agreement.
Twist smirked, grasping her waist to lift her. She wrapped her legs around him, grasping his shoulders. She stared into his eyes as he carried her into the room and laid her down on her couch.
“I’m going to need the words that yes, you want this,” Twist said, unbuckling her boots and sliding them off with her socks.
His finger lightly rubbed along the bottom of her foot before he kissed it. He knelt at the edge of the couch and reached for her belt buckle but paused. She needed to answer him.
“I want this even though I don’t know why I trust you after barely knowing you, but I do. Which is strange for me because I dissect everyone’s expressions andintentions, working through plausible reasons and… I’m babbling again,” she said.
Twist gave her the sweetest smile. “I adore your babbling, as you call it. Feel free to continue while I remove these pesky clothes keeping me from my treasure.”
Twist had efficiently unbuckled her belt and had her jeans and panties past her thighs while she was still relishing that he liked her rush of words. She shivered as every part of her ached for Twist to touch her. He grasped her leg, running his hand down her thigh, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He was waking up every nerve ending with his touch. He folded her jeans and panties, placing them on the table. His hands slid to her buttocks and tugged her a little lower, widening her thighs.
“Feel free to grab my hair, tell me what feels good and what you need,” Twist said.Before she could ask him if he truly wanted directions, his warm breath wafted over her center.
She didn’t have time to tell him what felt good because she was too busy experiencing the sensations he was creating. His tongue, lips, and fingers created a storm that raged through her. Wave after wave built until she was shaking and screaming his name. When he backed off a little to let her come down, she realized her thighs were clamped around his head. She loosened her legs. Twist stared up at her from between her legs, placing a kiss on her clit.
“You are so sexy when you come. How about we see that again?” he said, leaning closer to lick around her clit as his finger traced her opening.
“Twist?” she moaned.
“Ummm,” he replied.
