Page 81 of Carved Obsession

I’m already pulling down my boxers, reveling in her sharp intake of breath as I hang them next to her underwear on the drying rack. When I turn and walk toward the small bed, her eyes widen, but fuck, her mouth is wider. A little pride blooms inside me. Way down low, it hardens too, and I can’t help grin.

“What about me?” I respond as I lift the blankets and slide in.

“You’re serious!” She yelps as my cold skin makes contact with hers.

“It’s either this or one of us will be extremely uncomfortable, and potentially cold, on the dirty, wet, wooden floor. And it’s not going to be me.” I shift on my side, tucking the blankets behind me.

We’re facing each other, burnished flames dancing over her features as she attempts to keep her naked body away from mine. But the bed is too small, and I may not be as big as Maddox, but I fill this pretty damn well.

“You’re shaking, kitten.” I tease. “You won’t be going on the floor either.”

“Yes, I will. Right in front of that stove.”

I roll my eyes and lift the blankets to make a little space. “Turn around.”

“What?”

“Turn around, Scarlet. Back to me.”

I poke her with my knee, suppressing a laugh when she slaps my bare chest.

“What’s your intention, killer-boy?” She flips over, and I tuck a bit of the blanket between my cock and her ass, attempting to be the good guy here.

“To keep you from freezing.”

She groans deep in her chest when I wrap her in my arms and press her against me, muscles softening as our joined bodies begin to produce a bit of heat.

“Better?”

Silence stretches.

Finally, she nods.

But those quiet seconds allowed my thoughts to drift toward an answer...I’m not better.

Fuck, I’m much more than that.

In this foreign, unfamiliar place, in a stranger’s bed, with Scarlet tucked within my arms, I think I found home.

I’m done pretending I’m not ready to fuck this woman into oblivion. I need to get her out of my fucking system or fuck her deep enough in there that she can’t pry herself out.

And I don’t want her out of my system.

Chapter 22

Scarlet

Rain mercilessly batters the cabin’s roof, filling the silence that stretches between our slightly out-of-sync breaths.

The blanket he tucked between his cock and my ass wouldn’t provide us with modesty, even if he wasn’t half hard. The slight bulge pressing into me drives my thoughts to dangerous, delicious places.

I caught a really good look at what hangs between Carter’s legs when he undressed, and...it truly hangs. So much so that I had to lick a little drool at the corner of my mouth.

He’s been the main character of so many of my dreams in the last few months, but, my lord, even I didn’t imagine the carved masterpiece I’m currently held flush against.

I’m afraid to breathe, in case it causes me to accidentally grind against him, yet I’m not sure why. It’s not like I’ve hidden my attraction for the man. Maybe it’s this night, this small bed, or the fact that there is quite literally nowhere to run, that messes with my head. With my guts.

My muscles started relaxing once our bodies began warming each other, but damn, they’ve tensed back up now that I feel his taut skin and how his heartbeats vibrate through my flesh and join mine. Even his chaste hold on my shoulder seems to itch to slide somewhere more intriguing.