Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m taking you back to my cabin. You’ll fucking die out here.”
This man was no knight in shining armor. He sounded foul-mouthed, angry, and … she couldn’t imagine being so aroused by a knight.
Who was this brute of a man? A man who was strong enough to lift her up. She had stopped looking at the scales years ago, so she didn’t have a clue how much she weighed, but she fit perfectly into a size twenty.
What the hell was she thinking about at a time like this? This man was not asking her out on a date. He was saving her from death. But, he sounded so … sexy.
Josie wrapped her arms around him and held on. At least she’d be out of the cold soon enough.
****
Elijah Snow threw another log onto the fire and turned around to look at the woman he’d just rescued.
He’d noticed her in town the other day when he’d gone to collect his supplies. Years of living off the main grid, he had come to notice the changes in the weather, and knew they were in for a snowstorm. So, before that happened, he’d gone to collect the food he’d need, as well as any other basic essentials.
“How are you?” he asked.
The woman he’d rescued was fucking beautiful. It was as if she had stepped right out of his fantasies. Long, beautiful blonde hair, or at least he figured it was, from the length pulled back in a ponytail. Blue eyes, so beautiful, and those curves. He was having a hard time concentrating on keeping his dick in his pants.
She was stunning. And he’d rescued her.
Whoever she was, he would have to break the news that she’d be staying with him for some time. This snowstorm was ugly and had no chance of clearing up anytime soon. There was no way he was going to risk taking the car to get her back to town. They were suddenly roommates.
“It’s fine. It’s not broken.”
He’d taken her boots off her feet. They’d been weighed down by the snow. Gripping the back of his neck, he watched her wince as she touched her ankle.
“Don’t hurt yourself.” He went toward her, crouched down, and touched her ankle.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“No reason to be.” He stroked her ankle and offered her a smile. “It’s not broken. What you need to do is get those clothes off before you catch your death with the cold. I’ll go and grab you something fresh.”
Elijah stepped back, giving her space, even though the last thing he wanted to do was leave. He wanted to look at her, watch her. It had been a long time since he had been this aroused by a woman. In fact, he paused on the staircase. He’d never been this aroused in such a short space of time.
Shaking his head, he made his way toward the bedroom, grabbed a pair of sweatpants with a drawstring inside, followed by a t-shirt and a large sweater. He headed downstairs to find her perched on the edge of the sofa.
“Here, put these on,” he said. “Throw your clothes to the doorway, I’ll grab them, and wash them.” He moved away.
“Josie,” she said.
He stopped and turned toward her.
“My name is Josie Moor, thank you for coming out when you did.” She held her hand out and he took it, feeling that spark.
His balls started to tingle.
“Elijah Snow,” he said.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Snow.”
“Elijah, please, and it’s a pleasure.” He pulled his hand away even though all he wanted to do was pull her against him and run his hands all over her body, touch her, strip her completely naked. Instead, he moved to the doorway and waited.
Each time he heard a sharp intake or a grunt, he wanted to turn toward her and ask if she needed help, but he didn’t think that was appropriate, so he stayed perfectly still.
Waiting.
Still fucking waiting.
And then, her clothes landed beside him. He bent down, picked them up, and carried them to his laundry room. Her clothes were still warm. Lifting them up, he pressed them against his nose and inhaled her soft, female scent. Beautiful.
What the fuck was happening to him? Sniffing a stranger’s clothes. He truly had gone mad. There was no other word for it. He’d never done such a thing before in his life.
He threw her clothes into the washing machine, put on the correct cycle, added in some detergent, and then got the wash started. Elijah stayed in the laundry room, glancing around to see if there was any other kind of work he could do. There was nothing. Fuck. Shit.
Heading back to the room, he was tempted to walk in, but that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly.
You’re not a gentleman.
“Are you … dressed?”
Now, all he wanted to do was see how good she looked without her clothes on. He imagined she had full breasts, a beautiful ass, and hips made to be held while he fucked her.