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“You were having a nightmare,” she says, sitting down on the small bed and forcing me to sit up. I look over to find the window open, which allows a cool breeze to filter in, and notice that it’s still dark outside. I have a feeling I haven’t slept for more than two hours or so, which these days feels like a feat.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” I say, brushing my damp hair from my forehead. “Did I startle you?”
“You scared me,” she whispers, the fear clear in her voice. “I thought you were in danger.”
I chuckle, but the sound is dry and without mirth. “So, you decided to run toward the danger instead of away from it?”
“Well, you would’ve done the same thing for me, right?”
“I am here to protect you, angel, not the other way around.”
I don’t realize what I have said until her eyes widen in shock, but I don’t take the words back. The words felt natural because it is how I view this girl. From the way she looks to how she speaks . . . Heck, she came in here in the hope of rescuing me when most people would’ve run in the opposite direction.
“What were you dreaming about?” Gwen asks, and while I am glad that she chose to ignore my little slip, I’m not too excited to relive my nightmare.
“My days back in the Marines,” I offer vaguely.
“Oh, they must’ve been dark,” she says, her eyes shining with pity as she stares at me. Something else sets in her eyes the longer she looks at me, and when she gets up, I have no idea what she’s doing until she’s wrapped her arms around me, my cock thickens in an instant. “I don’t know what you went through, but I am so sorry that you experienced horrors that plague you like this.”
“Gwen—”
“I know a hug won’t fix you, but let me comfort you.” She sniffs, following me when I lean back, and my heart threatens to stop when she climbs into my lap, wrapping her arms tightly around me and pressing her tits against my naked chest. “No one should go through what you did.”
“Gwen, baby, please stop hugging me.”
“Why?” she whispers, slowly pulling away, and I bite back a groan when she rubs her ass against my raging erection. Her lips part in shock when she notices my arousal for the first time, and I expect for her to jump off the bed and disappear through the door.
What I don’t expect her to do is sink her teeth into her lower lip and stare at me through her lashes like her perfect little ass is not pressed against my hard-as-steel cock.
I want her. Well, that much is obvious to both of us, but . . . I can’t have her.
I want to wrap my hand in her hair and smash our mouths together, lick at her cherry-red lips. I’ve pictured it in my head from the moment I saw her, and Christ, how easy it would be to tear off her nightgown and suck at those pebbled nipples pushing hard against the silk of her gown before trailing my hungry mouth between her legs and lapping at her creamy juices. I bet she tastes like the sweetest honey. Everything about this girl calls out to my feral needs, but I can’t give into them. Even if I wasn’t supposed to be protecting her, Gwen is still so much younger than me.
Perhaps I could overlook our ages if the gap wasn’t as pronounced as it is. I am a thirty-five-year-old man who, until this very moment, has never entertained the thought of getting himself entangled with a woman, and she is only twenty-two.
“Gwen, let’s get you back to your room so you can get some sleep.”
“Don’t do that,” she says with a huff, shaking her head like I just said the most ridiculous thing ever. “Don’t push me away when you need comfort after the nightmare you just had.”
“It’s fine—”
“No, it’s not,” she argues, moving again, and this time, there is no stopping the groan that slips out. Fuck, she’s killing me, and the longer she stays here, the harder it is to remember why giving in to my desires is a bad idea. My hands ache with the need to run my fingers over her exposed thighs, and I have to clench my fists to stop myself. “What do you normally do when you wake up from the nightmares?”
“I run,” I say, considering the option. The thought of changing into my running shoes and disappearing into the thick forest sounds appealing right now, but I can’t leave the girl I am supposed to be guarding alone in the cabin. The girl currently straddling my hips and quickly nipping at my control.
“It’s too early to go out for a run, but . . .” Her eyes drop to my chest, and she rocks her hips against my throbbing cock. “I can, uhm, help.”
Her words are seductive, as is her body, but I notice the thinly veiled nerves from her shaky hands when she tries to hide them and the uncertainty evident in her voice. Whatever it is she’s trying to accomplish, she’s doing it perfectly with her bold talk and shy reaction.
Fuck! “Don’t do this to me, baby,” I groan, but I am breaking. The first sign is in the way I finally give in to my need to run my calloused hands up the softness of her thighs, stopping shy of grabbing her ass.
“I want to help.” She moans, leaning into my touch. “I . . . I want this too.”
Fuck!
I slide my fingers into her hair and grab a fistful, bringing my mouth down on hers. I kiss her hard, both in an effort to express my desire and because another part of me—a much saner part—hopes this will scare her into running away. It’ll save me from going to hell for desiring something that feels akin to the forbidden fruit.
Gwen grants me no such reprieve as she whimpers into the kiss, the little sounds sending all my blood rushing south. There is little I can do to stop myself from deepening the kiss, growing addicted to her taste and just how strongly she reacts to my touch.
