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He growls and bares his teeth when I glance in the direction of the door.
“Don’t even think about it,” he snarls.
“I wasn’t,” I whisper, locked in place as I bow my head. He swears under his breath and takes two big steps toward me. Rafe grabs my chin roughly, pulling my head up, walking me backward until my ass hits the dinner table.
“Have fun snooping around my shit?” he barks out, getting in my face while I clutch the table for support, trying to slow my rapid breathing by lifting my head in defiance.
He closes his eyes for a second, giving me enough time to run my eyes over his six-foot plus frame. “Fuck, that came out all wrong. I’m sorry. I haven’t had a woman here in a long time,” he says, his nostrils flaring.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” I ask, thinking about the string of condoms.
His laugh doesn’t reach his eyes. “No.”
I start to smile, and he shakes his head. “Don’t give me that look.”
“What look?” I’m not sure what he’s talking about. He runs a hand through his hair, and I get a whiff of his scent. He smells like sweat, pine, and woodchips. My mouth dries, and my pulse quickens when my eyes land on the hard-on jutting against the worn fabric of his sweats. I lick my lips, and our eyes clash the moment he sighs. Leaning forward, he sets his hands on my waist, circling his thumbs possessively.
“Doesn’t it get lonely?” I ask, my voice small.
He snorts, his big chest rising and falling while he looks at me. “Sometimes, but I don’t do commitment. I give my hookups a memorable night; that’s what you wanted to know, right?” There is a challenge in his voice.
“I wasn’t...” I trail off as heat spreads through my body. His eyes run over my face and stop at my lips as his grip on my waist turns more possessive.
My pulse starts to race while he chuckles. “I’m a mean son of a bitch,Storm,with a shit ton of baggage; enough to scare anyone away. I like having no one around. I work best alone, and my colleagues respect me for it. Trust me when I say I’m the wolf in the woods I warned you about,” he grounds out.
“I wasn’t insinuating,” I whisper. “I saw the picture of you in your uniform and thought—”
“You thought I had honor? You thought I wouldn’t take what I want when it’s being offered to me in such a pretty package.” His voice is hard with an edge, while he runs a single finger down my leg.
A shiver goes through me as wetness builds between my thighs. Without thinking, I open my knees a little, his eyes following each movement. What I would give to have his hands trail up and down my legs and slip between the waistline of my pants so he can feel how wet he makes me. How turned on I am knowing he could easily overpower and fuck me.
His eyes slip over my body, and the corner of his mouth twitches. I shudder because it isn’t a kind smile, it’s something entirely different. I swallow hard when reality hits me. I’m alone in a stranger’s cabin, snowed in for days. Fear and excitement take hold of me, my stomach doing a little backflip. He can do anything to me. Anything he wants, and I would let him if he asked. My pussy has never been this hungry for a man’s touch. Is it wrong to imagine what that bulge of his would feel like in my mouth or between my legs. I’ve had sex before but didn’t have an orgasm. I faked it with my fiancé.
“I told you to stop looking at me like that, little girl,” he thunders, disgust forming on his face. His frown is deep, the scars lining the right side of his cheek pale against his golden-colored skin. Rafe’s eyes are light blue; he’s beautiful and way out of my league, and probably years older than my twenty. I gasp because I haven’t stopped staring at the erection tenting the front of his sweats.
He gazes down at me, frowning like I’m insane for looking. I take several shallow breaths, imagining what it might feel like to have him flip me over on my stomach, pull my pants down, and slap my ass over and over in punishment. His nostrils flare while he runs his eyes over my face. I want to beg as every inch of his rigid shaft disappears between my pulsing pussy. I want him to take me, to make me scream while he shoves his dick deep inside while I struggle under him.
Holy shit, I’m getting wet thinking about it.
Inhaling deep, he shifts his gaze back to my eyes, studying me intently. A half-smile warms his face, and the electricity crackles between us. The man has an edge, his square jaw and the scars on his face giving him an extra amount of danger. The bulky uniform he wore when he held me in his arms couldn’t have hidden his incredible physique. Each inch of him is rock hard.
His jaw ticks while he says, “Don’t tempt me.”
I quirk a brow in challenge. “Why not?” My chest swelling because maybe he likes me, too.
A slow grin slides across his face as he runs his finger down my arm, like a caress, up between my breasts. I arch my back, loving how hard my nipples get.
“Because once I’ll start, I’m not gonna stop till I get what I want. I’ll make you scream and ride you hard. I’ll smack your ass till it’s red from my palm print. I’ll tie you up and edge you until you’re begging for release.”
I press my body into him while his gaze runs over my face. “Is that a promise?”
“You like what I’m telling you?” His voice deep with what I’m hoping is lust. “You like danger, don’t you, kid?”
“Please.” I beg for what, I don’t know. To kiss me, fuck me, punish me for being a stupid girl and getting lost in the woods. I have no idea what edging means. It sounds dangerous and exciting at the same time.
“Tell me what you want from me.” His voice sounds a little hoarse. “And I’ll give it to you,” he promises before running a hand through my hair, tilting my head back as he twists a lock between his fingers.
“Anything?” My skin grows feverish, and moisture builds between my legs, soaking his underwear I’m wearing. I reach up and caress his face. He leans his scarred cheek against my palm, and a low hum escapes from his broad chest. Running my hand down his neck, to his shoulders and stopping at his hard nipple, he trembles a little. The warmth of his body heats my cold fingers, and his chest rises and falls more rapidly. Biting on my lip, I swallow hard. Does he feel the same as I do?
