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Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, which was cute as fuck. Clearly, she wasn’t used to having her man thinking of her safety. That changed starting now.
“Yours?” She looked around as if my room was a bare, cold prison.
I couldn’t help but grin. “Yup.”
She shook her head. “No way. I’m not yours.”
He tipped his chin toward me. “Your nipples tell a different story. Do they get hard and poke toward every man?”
She glanced down, gasped, then quickly crossed her arms. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t worry, sugar. I love knowing you want me as much as I want you. This is all for you.” I put my hand over the length of my dick pressing painfully against my zipper and adjusted it.
Her eyes followed the motion, then widened when she got a good look at how much I wanted her. All those thick inches were for her.
“Don’t worry, I’m not claiming you. Yet. While I want to feed my dick into that pretty mouth of yours, you need some food first. Hungry?” I asked.
While her body was telling one story about her interest in being claimed, her mind wasn’t quite ready, so I’d circle back later. Same with why she didn’t want to call anyone to let them know where she was. It was a given in rural Montana not to go off without notifying someone of your plans and whereabouts. Hell, my cell rarely stopped chiming with the family group text when someone even went into town for milk.
For now, it was time to take care of Ellie in other ways.
She blinked at the obvious change of topic. Eventually, she shook her head, but her stomach rumbled and gave her away.
I grinned when her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Come on, I’ll scramble some eggs and toast for us. I bet you’d also like some coffee.”
The eagerness that flared in her eyes was a sign that she liked her caffeine. Probably more than she liked me. I held out my hand for her.
She eyed it, then down at herself, not ready to show me the outline of her nipples again.
Going to my dresser, I pulled out a hoodie, then some thick socks and set them on the bed. “Here. Put these on.”
“Where are my clothes?”
“Dryer.” She had no way to leave with the several feet of snow blanketing everything, but I was reassured she definitely wasn’t going anywhere in just my hoodie and socks.
She eyed the bathroom door.
“Bathroom’s in there,” I said, and pointed to the huge master bath. “A new toothbrush is in the second drawer. Come out when you’re ready.”
Unwillingly, I left her, heading to the kitchen and the task of getting Ellie fed… with food.
She emerged a few minutes later and I froze while grabbing the shredded cheese from the fridge to stare at her.
My sweatshirt was enormous on her, covering her down to just above her knees. The thick socks went up mid-calf. There was only a few inches of bare skin exposed, yet she was sexy as hell, especially since I knew beneath she wasn’t wearing panties or a bra.
I wasn’t ever giving her clothes back and if I had my way, she’d only ever wear mine or go bare.
I groaned at the sight of her. Fuck, I was going to come in my pants. No question pre-cum was soaking into my boxers.
She looked everywhere but at me.
I pulled out a chair. “Sit.”
She did and I grabbed a mug for her coffee. I took the moment facing the counter to adjust my dick again, using the top of my jeans to hold it in place. Thankfully, my untucked shirt hid the tip from sticking out above my belt.
“What’s in Seattle that has you wantin’ to rush back real quick?” I asked, setting the steaming mug in front of her along with a little container of cream.
She added a half inch of it to the top, then took a sip.
