Page 8 of Trig
Putting her into one of my t-shirts, I tucked her beneath the heavy covers, then shucked down to my boxers and climbed in behind her.
“Fuck,” I muttered. She was fucking freezing! In my hold and surrounded by flannel sheets and a thick down comforter, she quickly started to thaw. Then, got nice and warm in my arms. She didn’t know it, but she slept in my hold until dawn, when I slipped from bed and the temptation of her body.
Going forward, she wouldn’t be wearing anything in my bed–ourbed–so the t-shirt she wore was my gentlemanly consideration of her until I had the privilege of her body. Which would be very soon.
Now, she was awake. I’d already made coffee and brought in wood from the back porch to keep the fire in the fireplace going. My cabin would stay nice and toasty. I’d do anything–and I meantanything–to keep my woman warm. Or get her hot.
Fuck, was she pretty. Ice blue eyes, long dark hair. It was matted and wild from the storm and sleeping with it wet. She had a crinkle down one pale cheek. But she was pink and rosy and warm. Sleepy, as if she’d been well fucked and slept hard because of it.
My dick got hard at the sight of her in my shirt. In my bed. I may have held her all night, but I hadn’t touched her in any carnal way. I yearned–and my balls ached–to do so, to learn every soft curve I felt against me all night long.
But not yet.
While I saw interest in her eyes, there was also wariness. I didn’t blame her for being hesitant. In fact, it made her smart, being cautious in a stranger’s bed. Except I wasn’t a danger to her, so I told her so.
“You’re safe here, Ellie. You don’t know me, but you gotta believe that I’d rather be stomped on in the ring by a pissed off bull than let anything happen to you.”
Tension left her shoulders. “Okay,” she whispered.
I had so many questions. Where had she come from? No one on the interstate would have veered so far and ended up in Devil’s Ditch and definitely not the dirt road in front of my family’s ranch.
She had to have been on one of the nearby ranches to start with. My brother, Colt, was the county sheriff. I could have him do some digging.
The snow wasn’t letting up until later and it’d take time to dig out. Other than her almost freezing to death, I couldn’t think of a more perfect arrangement to get to know my woman.
“Do, um, you play poker?” she asked.
I frowned at the random question. “Poker?”
She nodded.
“Like with your guy friends,” she added. “People in town.”
I shook my head and stood, because I needed to give her room. Sitting beside her, being able to touch her, was too tempting. “No. I gambled enough on the back of a bull.”
She studied me for a moment, then must’ve come to some kind of decision because her shoulders relaxed and she even smiled a little.
“Okay.”
She climbed from the bed.
Holy fuck. She’d looked good in my t-shirt when I put it on her, but she’d been unconscious. Now she was awake and standing in front of my bed and my dick was ready to break through the zipper in my jeans to get to her. The neckline was wide and showed her delicate collarbone. The hem hung to mid-thigh, but the worn fabric outlined her perfect tits and those delectable nipples. Lush, shapely legs meant the rest of her was going to be a perfect fit, a perfect grip for my big hands.
It was hotter than the sexiest piece of lingerie.
All I had to do was tug up the shirt and there’d be her pussy. I bet it was the prettiest pink and tasted like honey. My mouth watered to find out.
My brain was screaming at me to push her back onto my bed, drop to my knees and eat her out until she screamed my name, then claim her so she screamed it again.
My mind, though, switched to her almost dying. To me being so close to missing out on finding my woman. On her being fuckin’ alive. “First thing I should do is spank your ass for being so reckless with your safety,” I murmured.
“Sp–ank me?” she sputtered, her cheeks flushing even brighter. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
I leaned against the doorframe. Unless she planned on jumping out the window, she’d have to get past me to leave. “You sure about that?”
“I didn’t!” she all but wailed.
“You weren’t mine then, but you’re mine now and you’re stayin’ put.”
