“Mine,” I muse. “I like the sound of that, Brute.”
He slides a hand around my neck and pulls me to him, kissing me again. I sink into it, warm and protected in his arms. Butterflies dance in my stomach as his grip on my thigh tightens and his dick starts hardening in the gap between our bodies again.
This can’t just be a close proximity thing from being stuck here in the middle of this forest together, can it? Not when it feels like so much more.
I sigh into his mouth as he kisses me, my name a soft groan on his lips. I want to believe it’s more. Because this is Denver, and the thought of him not looking at me the way he does, and touching and kissing me like this now that I know how it feels… it’s not something I can imagine, or even want to imagine.
But despite how much has happened since we arrived here, I have no idea what will happen once we return to the city.
27
SINCLAIR
For the next few days,Denver and I train more. But without the role play. It’s as though now the tension has snapped between us; I don’t need it anymore. I’m able to fight with him just for the opportunity to show him how far I’ve come since he started teaching me. Because as much as I would have once hated to admit it, I love seeing the pride in his eyes each time I almost kick his ass.
But it’s only ever almost. Each time I’ve come close, he’s managed to overpower me and get me beneath him again. His favorite place for me to be.
That’s when I kiss him.
We’ve had a lot of sex on that gym mat.
I smile as I lean against the side of the cabin watching Monty sniff around happily in the undergrowth while Denver chops firewood, shirtless, in a pair of faded jeans.
“You okay?” he asks, wiping sweat from his brow with his forearm and placing his axe down as he notices me.
“I am now. Don’t stop.”
He shakes his head, the closest thing to a smirk I’ve ever seen on his face as he picks the axe back up and continues. There’smore than enough wood for the fire in the evenings, which is the only time he and I are really in the front room. The rest of the time we’re either training, cooking in the kitchen, or in his shower or bed together.
I clench my thighs as he lets out a grunt, his ab muscles rippling as he chops a huge log in half down the center. I know who this firewood is for really. And that’s what makes him look even sexier as he goes to so much trouble to chop it.
“You okay, Boy?” Denver says, leaning down to pat Monty as he trots over to him. Monty whimpers at him, so Denver scoops him up, holding him to his naked chest as he fusses him.
“Wait until I tell Zoey about this,” I mutter quietly as I take in the scene that looks like it’s from ahot guys who love animalscalendar. If I weren’t taking the contraceptive shot, then I might have just gotten pregnant.
Denver places Monty down and he trots over to me.
“I’ll start to think you love him more than me,” I say, looking down at him.
He wags his tail and I crouch, rubbing his ears. “You like it here, don’t you, baby? Walking in the forest, eating all the good treats, sleeping in front of the fire all day long.” He licks my face, and I giggle.
Denver walks up to us, brushing his hands off on his jeans. “I’m going to go and clean up, then I’ll make us dinner.”
“I can do it,” I say as I stand, unable to stop my eyes from lingering on the dips and grooves of his pecs.
“Make dinner?” His brow creases. I’m a terrible chef and he knows it. He’s the one who’s made all of our meals.
“Clean you up,” I tease.
He runs his tongue over his lips. “You want to come wash me, Princess?”
“I want to come in the shower with you so you can do that thing to me against the wall again.”
“That thing?” he rasps.
“You know the one.” I giggle as his eyes darken.
He grabs my hand, wrapping his fingers around it protectively, the same way he did after he caught me out with Julian weeks ago. Everything about home and the city feels so far away here.
