Page 20 of Savage Giant

No. I would not risk her well-being. We would remain in the cabin until I was certain the journey to the cavern would be comfortable for her.

I tore my gaze from the window and focused on the delicate fabric in my hands. Cari’s panties. My cock thickened further as I imagined one day stripping her clothes off her curvy body, piece by piece, until she lay before me in nothing but a pair of panties. I would touch her between her thighs, run my fingers over the crotch of the undergarment to see if her arousal had soaked through the fabric. Then I would slowly, very slowly, pull her panties down and…

“Gorran? What are you doing?” A gasp sounded behind me. “Are those my… panties?”

Chapter 13

CARI

I could scarcely believemy eyes.

Gorran was kneeling on the floor next to the window, holding my discarded panties to his nose. Oh. My. God.

I pulled the bathrobe I was wearing more tightly around my body, trying to decide if I was grossed out, offended, pissed off, or simply embarrassed by his actions. Maybe a mixture of all four.

He rose to his feet, the panties dangling from his hand, and I gasped at the massiveness of his erection. His eyes glowed bright with desire, and his muscles were tense. His breathing was ragged as well.

Once the water had heated up, I’d taken my sweet time in the shower. At least twenty minutes.

Had he been in the bedroom this whole time, kneeling on the floor while sniffing my recently worn panties?

My face grew warm, my heart commenced a fast rhythm in my chest, and a heated pulse started throbbing between my thighs.

Good gravy. Not again.

When a knowing look entered Gorran’s eyes, I resisted the urge to growl at him. It washisfault. He was being far too nice to me, and he kept strutting around buck naked, his big cock always on display, that firm ass of his flexing with his every movement looking like some kind of otherworldly snack.

His eyebrows drew together, and he appeared so adorably confused, the last of my annoyance melted away. It wasn’t like he was some creepy human man who’d broken into my cabin on a panty raid. Just a sweet, sexy Sasquatch male who couldn’t resist smelling my used underwear. Be still my heart.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful, Cari,” he said, stepping closer, my dirty panties still dangling from his hand. He glanced at my underwear, then back at me. “Have-have I done something wrong? I sense you are conflicted, that perhaps you are not pleased with me.”

“I am surprised.” I bit back a smile. “Gorran, where I come from, purposely sniffing someone’s used panties is considered… a bit strange.” I’d almost said ‘deviant’ but decided it was too harsh of a word. ‘A bit strange’ sounded better. Gentler. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

He looked at the panties again. “Strange? But they smellwonderful.” He lifted them to his nose and sniffed again, and I swore his cock thickened further. Holy heckballs he was huge.

I held out my hand. “Um, would you mind handing those over? I need to put them in the hamper.” Note to self: Never leave my dirty clothes on the floor again.

With great reluctance, he placed the used panties in the palm of my hand, and I quickly turned and put them in the hamper, pressing down extra hard on the lid to make sure it was securely closed. Then I faced Gorran and felt a stab of vulnerability.

My hair was still damp, and I was quite naked underneath my bathrobe. His glowing eyes scanned me up and down, and Isuspected he was thinking the same thing. About how quickly I could get naked. If I wanted to.

He closed the distance between us in two large strides and took me in his arms, gathering me close to his chest as he rested his head atop mine. A hug. He washuggingme. And damn if the sweet gesture didn’t bring tears to my eyes. How long had it been since anyone had hugged me?

A long fucking time, that was how long.

After a few seconds, I laced my arms around his waist and embraced him in return, my fingers delving into his soft fur. I couldn’t say how long the hug lasted. Perhaps only a minute, or perhaps an hour. It was a timeless moment, the sort of moment where every tiny detail— every gentle brush of a hand and every shakily exhaled breath became seared in one’s memory.

For as long as I lived, I would never forget how cherished I’d felt as Gorran hugged me for the first time. I’d only known him for a short time, but already I couldn’t imagine parting from him. When I thought about going to live with him among his people, I was filled with more excitement and longing than fear of the unknown.

When he finally pulled back, he shifted to cup my face, then he nuzzled his nose to mine as a purring-growl issued from his throat. And though I knew very little about his culture, I suspected this was his version of a kiss. The intimacy of the gesture washed over me, and I basked in the closeness that was growing between us.

Later in the night,we made a bed near the woodstove using blankets and pillows, and we curled up together on the floor. He spooned me from behind and kept me warm, even as the wind howled and the cabin creaked under the relentless fury of the snowstorm.

I dreamed of him all night. Dreamed we were in a room with glowing walls in a bed like the one we’d created in the living room. Dreamed he was whispering to me in his native tongue, and though I couldn’t discern his speech, I felt the impact of his affectionate words in my chest. A current of warmth and longing. A certainty in my soul that we were meant to mate.

I awoke several times during the night, achy and drenched between my thighs, with Gorran’s hard cock pressing against my bottom. His rhythmic breathing always told me he was still sleeping, and I wondered if he were dreaming about me, if he were dreaming of our first mating.

In another dream, I turned onto my hands and knees on a bed of plush blankets. Stark naked, I lifted my bottom high and parted my thighs as I peered at him over my shoulder, watching as he approached with his stiff appendage in his hand. I quivered with nerves, fearing it would never fit. Also fearing it would hurt badly.