“I’m not.”
“Yes, because your face just showed everything you were thinking. Your thoughts got all twisted and ugly and it showed. My friend knows we’ve been talking and that you might be coming. I’ll send him a text to let him know you’re here, if that would help your feelings.”
It was such a simple but thoughtful act, so I nodded. I wasn’t fully sure that I needed it, actually, but I felt like it might help him too.
He pulled out his phone and shot off a text then grabbed my hips and pulled me close. I grabbed his shoulders, locking my gaze with his.
“We have one more problem to talk about.”
“Which is what, Mr. Big and Bad mountain man?”
“I only have one room, so I only have one bed. Now, I can sleep on the couch-“
I quickly shook my head, cutting him off. I would never put him out like that. This was my deal, I did this, so I could sleep on the couch.
“You didn’t let me finish, Janelle. My mom taught me better; I would never have you sleep there. So, since we can’t come to a better conclusion, we can share the bed.”
A big gust of wind swept over the cabin, and I felt a shiver race over me. Although if it was from the wind, or the thought of sleeping next to this man, I wasn’t sure.
Maybe it was both.
And I wasn’t an old hag, and I certainly wasn’t a virgin. But I was still struggling with this man wanting me in that regard. Even with his hands moving over my hips and sides the way they were, I was still struggling. Although, he was making it very convincing. And by rights, we were due to be getting married, because I was a mail order bride.
So, yes, we could easily share a bed.
I wanted to share a bed.
And I couldn’t believe how badly my body wanted it, in fact.
“Let’s share one.”
“Pillow wall?”
I slowly shook my head because there was a thrill of being held in his arms all night long and I didn’t want to risk that.
“Just you and me, clothing optional,” I told him, making him chuckle.
“Careful on what you wish, it could happen.”
I wouldn’t even express how much I was hoping he would be game.
I grabbed her bag and led her back to the room, showing her the bathroom.
“Take as much time as you need. I’ll go grab the stuff from your car,” I told her. She spun around in the bathroom and shook her head.
“Oh, no, I can get that. You don’t need to trouble yourself.”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers again. I enjoyed her kisses far too much and I knew that if I stayed in this bathroom, or even in the room, I would be far too tempted to storm into the shower and join her. And she wasn’t ready for that.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.
I could lay in bed, I could hold her, kiss her, tempt her, but that’s about where it stopped. Because underneath that big ol’ façade she had, I could tell she was scared. And I would never want to put more fear into her if I could avoid it.
“I got it, Babygirl. Go relax in the tub. I’ll be back in a minute.”
She smiled, that blush back on her cheeks and I was determined to see how far it spread while I kissed every inch of these delicious curves.
She closed the door and I took a deep breath before making my way out to her car. The wind had picked up for sure, which wasn’t unusual, but I hadn’t seen anything about a storm coming in.
