Georgia’s flipped a switch inside me to ‘on’ and I’m wired. All my senses are focused on her. Every movement, where she’s looking when she glances around the room, and each different little expression she makes. It’s hypnotic. And it’s not just those luscious tits and soft thighs, or her beautiful face, or soft hair, or even her distracting spicy rose scent. It’s the sound of her voice and just her existing that makes me want to wrap her up and take care of her.
Which is crazy. I’m wrong for thinking about her lips wrapped around my cock. For what she’d sound like if I spread those sweet thighs apart and licked her the way I want. I’m selfish for wanting to lock the door and keep her inside with me, hiding her away from everyone else.
And I don’t care. My heart thuds in my ears, beating her name over and over again in my chest.
“How long are you planning on living out here?” I ask, pouring some iced tea.
“I’m not sure.” Georgia looks out the window at the rain. “This is kind of a fresh start for me.”
“That so? Plenty of folks find Snowflake Falls a good place to try something new. But that ramshackle cabin will need some fixing to make it watertight. And it needs to be sealed up before winter otherwise you’ll freeze. Your aunt told you about all the snow we get?” Walking back over, I hand her a cold glass of tea. She’s bitten her fingernails right down, making her small hands look even smaller. My fingers brush hers and the contact registers in her eyes.
“Yes. When I was up on the roof I spotted a big hole in the roof. The realtor didn’t mention that.”
“The realtor who sells those cabins is a crook. Couple of local guys are going after him, but he’s a tricky character. Where’s your aunt live?”
“She’s in town, Oakhill Avenue. I guess maybe I should stay with her until I get someone to fix the roof.” She takes a sip of tea.
“You stay here, Peaches.”
She smiles and her nose wrinkles. “Peaches?”
“Like Georgia peaches. My favorite. Unless you prefer me calling you honey or ma’am, of course.”
“I like it. Nobody’s had a nickname for me before.”
“Not even your family?”
“Mom and Dad just call me Georgia.” She shrugs. “Even with all the problems in the cabin, I like having my own space. They watch game shows all the time, and smoke a lot of weed. The fresh air here is a relief.”
That wave of protectiveness washes over me again. This gorgeous woman was meant to be worshiped, not live out her days in some weed-soaked pit reluctantly watching other people’s game shows.
She sighs. “And thank you for your offer, but I can’t accept it. I barely know you and I feel like I’ve imposed enough already.”
“That’s a pity. Albert was looking forward to having you around.”
She smiles. “He’s cute. Does he help you out in the woods?”
“He does. See those carvings on the wall? Albert scouts out good pieces of timber for me and I bring it back, it’s one of my hobbies.”
“I love them. It fits in perfectly with this place.”
“How about you, Peaches? What do you do for a living?” My arm is close enough to hers that it’s almost touching.
“I’m starting my own business, that’s one of the reasons I’m out here. I make my own clothes, and I'm launching a vintage nightwear collection.”
“That’s why you have that old Hollywood style, I guess?” My arm brushes against hers and she flinches, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her body.
Shit.I’ve spooked her.
“It’s okay, Peaches, I’m not making a move on you. Let me get you some of the donuts I brought back from the store. Apple and cinnamon, cherry or chocolate?” I get up and walk over to the kitchen.
Georgia’s body relaxes back into the couch. “Cherry, please.”
“Shame I don’t have peach flavor. You ever had a peach donut?”
She shakes her head. “No. I think it would taste good, don’t you?”
I want to tell hershe’dtaste good, but instead I put a couple of donuts on a plate and set them on the table in front of her.Maybe she thinks I’m some old creeper and can’t wait to get away. She’s certainly wary of me. If some fuck’s harmed her in the past, I’ll hunt him down and make him pay.
