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My heart twinges at the trust she’s showing me, but I trap it and work to encourage her instead. “And I believeinyou.”
Maitlyn’s instant smile rocks me to Venus and back. It’s potent. It’s magical. And it’s one hundred percent my emotional-wall kryptonite.
She can make a man feel like a king, and the way she evokes my body to respond to her makes me believe she is the Goddess of my past brought to the present. The woman is alive like the forest and deserves to be cherished and nurtured past whatever trauma she’s faced.
Pulling her hair back and into a band from around her wrist. She hands me her phone. There’s no signal out here, so it doesn’t matter, but her continuous show of trust in me with this piece of personal information and communication hits me in a place I keep women out of. My heart is locked down, but if any woman has a key, it’s this one right here.
I drop my gaze and let them float over her hourglass shape that would catch any man’s eye, taken or not. I can imagine all the dirty, perverted thoughts that must invade men’s minds as they watch her walk toward them. I know because I’m currently one of them.
Holding in a growl, I scold myself to stop acting like a caveman. There’s no claiming this woman, and since my intentions are not to do right by her, I need to stop with the jealousy.
“Hey!” She looks back one last time and catches me openly ogling her ass. I feel it’s okay to be allowed this much, at least. After all, she openly stared at mine and even shouted to the mountains how amazing it was. It took everything I had not to chuckle or lunge toward her, smash her against the tree, and demonstrate my genuine appreciation of her bold statements.
“Like I said, fine assets. Mighty fine.”
“You just used the word ‘fine.’” Her tone has me expecting her to poke her tongue out, which she doesn’t.
“We all have reasons to use that word, Maitlyn.”
My past is a fine example of demonstrating hownotfine I am.
The wind kicks up, and a burst of warm air rushes over us, distracting me from the conversation. My training kicks in, her safety is just inside the tunnel. My need to get her in there takes over every primitive instinct I’ve ever had.
“Now, sweetheart.”
A faint blush brightens her face in the light of the headlamp.
“Take it slow, and when you get inside, there’s about a three-foot drop. Kinda shimmy down on your stomach.”
“Maybe you should go—”
I cup her face. “No, I need to make sure you’re in and safe first.”
Maitlyn’s mouth opens to a soft pant, and I lower my head as the temptation is too strong and the urge takes over. But the first ash lands on her lash, and I know we have only minutes.
Spinning her away, fear for her safety has me desperate.
“Later…” I growl.
“What?” Confusion clouds her gaze as she looks back over her shoulder, and a little pout forms on her lips.
“It’s time.” Not a great save, but it works.
She leans into the hole that’s a little larger than the circumference of an SUV window, and soon I see an issue. Her jogging pant waistband and tie keep catching on the jagged surfaces.
“Maitlyn?!”
“I can’t… I can’t go further.” The hitch in her breath clues me into the panic that slowly wants to wash over her. It pains me how easily she goes from fine to spiraling down. I want to destroy the guy she mentioned who hurt her and anybody else who has influenced her fears over her lifetime.
“It’s your pants. They’re catching. I need to take them off.”
She tries to wiggle back out, but she can’t move. “Oh God, I’m stuck. Now I’m going to kill us both! I told you.” Her voice catches, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she has tears on her cheeks. “Fuck! I screw everything up.”
Without thinking, I reach under her, undo the tie and pull the pants off, lifting her slightly and pushing on her sensational ass as she moves through to her thighs.
It’s not until she says, “Shit! Ouch! Fuck!” that I pull myself out of staring at her perfectly apple ass. So round, so biteable.
And I need a taste.
