Page 8 of Big Forbidden Blacksmith

“I do,” I say. “It’s just me and Bear. My dad left this property to me when he died. I was his only kid.”

“I’m an only child too,” she says, shifting her attention back to her canvas. “My parents call me their miracle baby because they had me in their forties.”

She’s a miracle for me too.

A miracle that I can’t wait to have back in my arms, laid bare on my bed so that I can pleasure her until my name is the only one she remembers. I don’t deserve something as precious as her, but the thought that she wants me like I want her has my cock beginning to stir once more. I was already half-hard—hard not to be when her thighs are so visible from beneath my shirt—so letting my thoughts run away from me isn’t helping anything.

Control yourself. Focus, Knox.

I’m not some literal beast living in the wild, not like I sometimes feel. I might keep myself far from civilization but that doesn’t mean I can’t act civilized when I need to.

“Knox?”

My eyes shoot up to meet Lara’s. She’s stopped painting. Her brush and palette have been set aside and she’s staring at me intently. Her eyes grow a little glassy as I meet them and her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink.

“What is it, Baby? Are you done?”

“Not even close,” she says with a dry chuckle and I watch with bated breath when as rises up from the stool and starts to walk toward me. I don’t dare reach out to her when she stops in front of me. “I just don’t know how others do it,” she sighs.

“Do what?”

“Nude paintings,” she whispers, stepping into my space. My hands tighten into fists. If I touch her now, I won’t be able to hold back. She has to know that, right? “I’ve sat there for half an hour, but that’s nothing. I didn’t get much down. I couldn’t.”

“Why not?” I ask, barely able to grit out the words. My whole body is pulled tight as I fight the instinctual need to claim her.

“I could feel the heat radiating from you. Knox, I can’t focus when my body is practically begging for your touch.”

Fuck. She’s saying everything I want to hear. That Ineedto hear. Her blue eyes look up at me pleadingly, as if she’s ready for me to take her in a way that no other man has.

“Lara …” I start.

I’m tempted to warn her that if I touch her, I’ll be hard pressed to ever let her go, but I don’t want to scare her. Her stay is supposed to be temporary, I know that, but I’ll struggle more than I care to admit without her here, I just know it.

Something tells me that once I feel her tight little cunt around my cock, I won’t ever be able to have another. I know I won’t ever have enough of her, that I won’t stop until her stomach is swollen with my child. Until I have a wedding band around her finger.

Does she want me in the same way? Would feelings like that scare her?

“I’ll finish the painting later,” she whispers, leaning in closer, blanketing me in her sweet flowery scent. “Maybe it won’t be a nude, I’m not sure if I’d be able to share something like that with other people.”

Her cheeks flush as she looks up at me through her lashes, looking almost guilty.

“My turn now?” I say hoarsely.

She wets her lips, her eyes flashing with desire at my words. “Yes, your turn.”

I draw her between my thighs, locking her in place. My lips are on hers in an instant. Lara throws her arms around my neck, leaning into the kiss with a hunger that may very well match mine.

I groan into her mouth as I drop my hands to her ample ass, lifting her into my arms just as I rise from the stool I’d been posed on. She wraps her legs tightly around me as I carry her to the wall and pin her against it. Kissing her is like breathing, I need it to survive. Without it, I’m fucked.

There is no coming back from this. She’s going to ruin me for anyone else.

“Knox, oh, God!” Lara moans when I draw back from the kiss and drop my face to her neck, kissing a path down her throat. I maneuver us around so that her ass is perched on the workbench before reaching out blindly and sweeping everything off the surface. Loud noise fills the room as heavy items drop to the floor with a loud clang, but I hardly hear it. I can’t focus on anything but her.

“I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart,” I whisper, my breath heavy as I lick a path down her neck, parting the shirt to kiss her skin. “Going to take this pussy, make it mine.”

She deserves soft sheets and tender words. She deserves the best of everything, not this savage animal taking her in his workshop, but that would mean stopping. And it sure as hell doesn’t seem like my angel wants me to stop any time soon. Not with the way her fingers are weaving into my hair or gripping my shoulders.

The very thought that we may part ways after this makes me throb even harder for her.

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