Mountain Man Rescued

“That would be wise.”

“I’ve always liked Kayla. What do you think of that?”

“Kayla Tatum,” he says as he watches me. “I like it.”

I look up at him in shock. He wants me to take his name?

“So, I would be your sister?”

He shakes his head as his gaze darkens. “You’ll be my wife. In name and in reality.”

“Oh.”

My heart starts pounding as I think about that bombshell. He wants me as his wife?

We barely know each other, but… I don’t know… I’ve never felt so drawn to anyone before. It’s a tempting thought.

And if he’s willing to do what he just did for me, then he should be the one I pledge my heart to. Shouldn’t he be?

My mind is racing as he comes over with a fire in his eyes.

“I’ve never desired anyone like I desire you,” he says in that deep sexy voice. All the tiny hairs on my arms raise as that sensual tone hums through my body. “I thought I was meant to be alone in this life. I never thought I was going to find the girl for me. I didn’t think she existed.”

I’m hanging on every word, my body on high alert as I gaze into his beautiful brown eyes.

“I was wrong,” he continues. “I know that now. I knew that the second I saw you, the second I held you in my arms, the second I smelled your beautiful scent, the second I saw your stunning face, and the second I tasted your delicious lips. I want you. Kennedy, Kayla, whatever you want to be called. Just please, let me call you my wife. Let me call you mine.”

He looks so desperate as he waits for my answer. He looks like his heart is on the verge of shattering and only my answer will keep it together.

There’s a heat swirling around my core and it’s beginning to settle between my legs with a deep throb. I cross my legs as I watch him, feeling the wetness pooling down there.

I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do.

It’s all so sudden. There are so many competing thoughts fighting in my head and I don’t know what to focus on. I can’t focus on anything with those intense brown eyes on me.

“I need a… second…” I say as I turn around and hold my arms. “Can you give me that?”

“I can give you all the time you need,” he says in that smooth rich voice although I’m hearing some disappointment in it now.

I keep my eyes focused on the floor as he shuffles over to the bathroom and closes the door.

“Holy hell,” I whisper as I collapse onto the couch. The water is running in the bathroom. He’s filling up the bath.

He wants me to be his wife… Me?

I can’t cook for shit and I’m not the pioneer type like him. I used to go camping as a kid and I liked it, but there’s a difference between camping for a weekend in a campsite ten minutes away from the closest Walmart and moving into the wild mountains for the rest of my life.

But what’s the alternative? Life in prison?

Not much of a choice there…

But to be his wife? To sleep in the same bed as him? To share his heart?

I lean back on the comfy couch and close my eyes, thinking about it. I’ve never felt safer than I did when I was in his big comforting arms. I am feeling pulled to him in a strong way. My heart and soul seem to be already on board. Maybe they know something I don’t. Maybe I should trust them.

My body is on board too. I can’t stop craving him. I want to feel his hard body against mine, his tremendous weight pushing down on me, his hands and mouth and… other places.

The pulsing throb between my legs heats up as the water turns off. He’s probably sinking into the bath right now. Completely naked.

I gulp as I look at the closed door.

My body wants me to say yes. It’s buzzing and humming like a tuning fork that was slammed against the wall.

Before I can stop myself, I get up and am walking over to the door.

My heart is thumping away as I put my ear to the door and listen. The light sound of water moving fills my ear. He’s in the bath. He’s definitely in the bath. Definitely naked.

The throb in my pussy deepens as I wonder if his cock is as large as the rest of him. What would I even do with something that big? Would it even fit inside any of my holes? I shiver just thinking about it.

“Declan?” I whisper as I lightly graze my knuckles on the door.

“Come in,” his low rumbling voice answers.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.