Stepping into her space, I slid my hand along her shoulder and up her neck to cup her cheek. When I had her eyes on me again, I gave her an admission of my own. “After that kiss, you’d better mean me, beautiful. Because you haven’t just caught my attention. You’ve owned it from the first time I saw you.”
“I do? Really?” she gasped.
I bent low and rubbed my nose along hers, breathing my answer against her lips. “Yes, really.”
“Wow.” Her dark eyes widened in surprise, but they held curiosity in them too. And desire. But it was the innocence shining through that prompted my next question.
“Are you a virgin?”
Heruh huhwas the best one yet because it meant that I’d be the only man ever to have her. To taste her. To see every inch of her delicate skin. To be inside her.
“All mine,” I rasped out before capturing her lips for another quick, but hard, kiss. When I lifted my head again, I had to close my eyes and count while I took several deep breaths to get myself back under control. My cock was so hard it’d probably have ridges imprinted from my zipper by the time we made it up to my cabin, but now wasn’t the time to do anything about it. And it sure as fuck wasn’t the place since I couldn’t toss her on the floor of her grandmother’s kitchen and pop her cherry.
With a regretful sigh, I let go of her face and stepped away. “We’d better get going. I want to make it to my cabin with enough time to stop and stock up on supplies since I don’t keep much up there.”
“Cabin? What cabin?”
At her adorable look of confusion, I realized I hadn’t filled her in on any of the plans I’d made. “Get your sweet little ass into my truck, and I’ll explain.”
5
JESSA
After listening to Roman’s explanation about how he was taking me to his cabin up in Kentucky because he felt it was the safest place for me to be, I took a long nap. It was only interrupted by one pit stop at a rest area to gas up and grab something to eat until we hit a small town where we stopped to pick up a ridiculous amount of groceries. About seven hours after we left my grandmother’s house, I found myself standing in front of a cute log cabin nestled in the woods.
“This is yours?”
“Yeah, I bought it six years ago after I re-enlisted in the Army. Got a great deal on it, too. I used my selective retention bonus and additional incentive because my military occupational specialty was considered to be in high-demand. Put it all towards a down payment so that my mortgage is barely anything,” he explained as he unlocked the door and held it open for me. All while carrying three bags of groceries without dropping anything as he did it.
The inside was what you’d expect from a log cabin in the middle of the woods. He didn’t have any pictures hung on the log walls, but the fans and wooden beams that stretched acrossthe ceiling were eye-catching enough that it didn’t really need anything more. The furniture was all oversized and broken in, brown leather. It had an open floor plan, with a granite counter splitting up the living area and the kitchen. The only spot of color was a burgundy throw rug in front of the fireplace.
“Why in the world didn’t you just move here if you had all this waiting for you?” I asked, sweeping my arm around in a circle.
He shrugged as he set the bags on the counter. “It was either that or Chicago, and Atlanta has always been home so I went with what was familiar.”
“I didn’t know you grew up in Atlanta. Do your parents still live there?” I asked, trailing after him as he headed back out to the truck to grab more bags.
When I reached in to get my suitcase out, he yanked me back with a gentle tug on one of the belt loops on my pants. “I told you; I’ve got it.”
I wasn’t about to argue, not when the way he’d been acting all day had made me feel special. Protected. Cared for in a way nobody else had ever done.
“My parents moved down to Florida a couple of years ago,” he finally answered as I trailed after him back into the cabin while he carried the rest of the groceries and my bag.
“Do you have any other family in Atlanta? And why was Chicago an option?” My questions earned me a big smile that made me ask, “What?”
“I like this chatty version of you. It means you’re more comfortable around me.”
“Well, after that kiss, I’d almost have to be. Wouldn’t I?” I mumbled.
“Good point.” He quickly tossed the cold items into the freezer and fridge but left everything else on the counter. Then he stalked towards me with a sensual gleam in his blue eyes. “If akiss gets you to open up to me a little, I wonder what making you come will earn me.”
“Whoa,” I exhaled, my panties going from their normal damp state whenever he was near to drenched in the blink of an eye.
“That doesn’t sound like a no, beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “And I’ve been dying to know what you look like when you come. I’ve pictured it in my head so many times. Do you want to show me how much better reality is than my fantasies of you?”
“Uh huh.” I nodded, too.
“A new favorite.” I didn’t understand what he meant, but I didn’t have time to wonder because he slid his palm down my belly to cup my pussy over my pants. “But as much as I like it, I need you to say yes this time. I don’t want there to be any doubt in either of our minds that you want this.”
