“Take your time.I’m not in a rush.”
“Have a seat wherever,” he says as he grabs his laptop and sits down on the bed.
I wander around his room, taking in the cheesy motel art and the neatly made queen-sized bed.I stop by the little table, frowning down at the papers there.
“House listings?”I blurt, turning to him, and he looks up.
“Yeah.”
That’s all he says, and I stare at him.
“House listings for Wolf Valley,” I probe, and he nods.
“Yeah.”
“Fisher!”I snap, and he sighs.
“I’m planning on sticking around this town,” he says, and I blink.
“For what?Opening up the new hotel?”I ask.
Is this some kind of trap?Is he trying to get me to warm up to him as some ploy to get me to sell him my property?
I don’t believe that.I can’t.Fisher has been nothing but genuine with me.
Right?
Is it true, or am I just afraid that if I admit that he’ll break my heart?
“No, I’m staying her for you,” he says softly, setting his laptop aside.
“Why?”I ask quietly, and he gives me a small smile.
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“No.Not to me.”
“Vera,” he says, standing and making his way over to me.“I want you.I need you.These three dates were my attempt at getting you to feel even a fraction of what I feel for you, for me.”
My heart feels like it’s lodged in my throat, and I stare up at him, debating what to do.
Do I want Fisher?
Absolutely.
I’m sick of fighting my feelings.I’m sick of sticking to my little bubble of just the Wolf Sanctuary and town.I want to live a little.
“Vera,” Fisher whispers as I lick my lips.
Then I’m wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to me.Our lips crash together, and his hands grip my hips as he holds me against him.
Fisher groans, combing his fingers through my hair and tilting my head up to deepen the kiss.His lips move against mine, coaxing breathy whimpers from somewhere deep in my chest.He licks his way into my mouth, his tongue dragging against mine slowly, seductively, as if he’s savoring everything about this moment.I shiver as he kisses me harder.
“I want you,” I whisper as his lips trail down my neck.
“Fuck, Vera,” he groans, and I love hearing how I affect him.
His lips find mine once again and I fist his shirt, pulling him closer as I get lost in him once again.Fisher tightens his hold on me as he devours me.Every touch, every kiss, or flick of his tongue against mine has me burning hotter.
