Page 5 of Forbidden Ride
Stop.
Do. Not. Even think about his package.
His damp dark hair drapes over his forehead, partially covering his black eyebrows. But his eyes—oh, I can see those clearly. Thick black lashes frame the most piercing blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Straight nose, chiseled jaw with just the right coating of dark stubble...
And he’s tall, massive really, with rock-hard muscles and arms the size of tree trunks. When he was carrying me, I’d never felt safer. It was like the birds were singing, the sun was shining, and the accident never happened.
William checks off so many of my fantasy-man boxes, I can’t even bear to look at him. But I can’t stop myself from stealing another glimpse. My heart does another somersault it has no business doing.
I must have—what, seven? Ten years on him? And how I can possibly be thinking about how attractive he is after what I’ve just been through is beyond me.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline racing through my system that’s making me so wet, and I’m just happy to be alive. Or maybe I hit my head and didn’t realize it, and I’m only imagining the guy’s a sex god.
Or maybe it’s because I haven’t been with anyone since my husband left me.
I avoid his eyes, cautiously trying to scoot around him, which is pretty much impossible because he’s so big. William steps to the side and allows me to peek inside the front window of his cabin. I can feel him burning a hole through the back of my head.
I half expect to see some sort of caveman drawings, or animal carcasses all over the place, because Williamhasto be too good to be true.
“See? No torture chamber,” he cracks from behind me, reading my mind, making me smile. I blow out a shaky sigh. The lights are on and the fire’s roaring.
“Looks cozy.” I turn from the window, trying not to look as nervous as I am. My heart pounds so hard it rattles my bones. “But I’ve got to say, I feel a little weird about this.” I shove my trembling hands into my downy pockets, hoping he won’t notice.
“You’re safe with me, Jenny. I promise you’ll be okay.”
I’m not getting a threatening vibe from him at all, but, still—
“You really should get out of the cold and warm up.” His deep raspy voice rattles my core. And for the first time I notice his dimples... and momentarily forget what I was thinking.
“Come.” He disarms me with another drop-dead smile and opens the door.
“I guess I don’t really have a choice.” I double-check the weather as if it could’ve possibly stopped snowing in the last two minutes. “I mean, if all the roads are closed—”
“They are, and I’m a man of my word, Jenny. You won’t be harmed in any way.”
“Okay.” I shrug, coming around to the reality of my circumstances. “Thanks. I’m so sorry to put you out like this.” I shake the snow off my boots, but my soles are muddy too. I’ll probably destroy his floors. “Should I take my boots off here and leave them outside?”
“Leave ’em on, darlin’, and come in.” Something about his tone and the mere size of him makes the invitation sound like a command. And I get the feeling he’s used to every woman on the planet obeying.
He ushers me inside. I brush past his massive frame, getting a dizzying hit of the spicy pine and clean soap I smelled when he was carrying me. Damn. I’m woozy.
There’s an old wood bench to the right of the door with a row of gigantic shoes underneath it. I get off my shaky legs, sit my butt down, and start untying my boots.
“Make yourself at home.”
“Thanks again.” I give him a tight grin and then lock on to the king-sized bed directly in front of me on the other wall. Shit. Really? A one-room cabin?
***
ITRY NOT TO STARE, but this is the first time I’ve been able to get a good look at Jenny. In the firelight, her peaches-and-cream skin glows, her green eyes glisten like jewels —she’s beautiful, even more so than I remember.
I hang my parka on one of the iron hooks near the bench. “I’ll just put these here,” I say, dropping her bags on the couch. I turn back just as she slips out of her bulky coat, and I see what’s been hiding underneath.
Her jeans hug her luscious round ass like they’ve been painted on. I imagine gliding my hands over those curvy hips. I’d rip that pretty white shirt off with my teeth and suck those hard sugar-cube nipples for days.
My blood thickens, and my heart jackhammers. I want to throw her on my bed and take her now.Possessher.
“Nice place.” Jenny’s standing in her stocking feet by the bench. She jumps when I approach her.
