“Plaid. I like that,” I reply, liking the way his name sounds to me.
“What else do you like?” he asks, and I can feel myself blush.
“All kinds of things. Shopping, reading, hiking.”
“Is that what ye were doing out there?”
“Yes, hiking. It’s my graduation trip, and I got tired of waiting on my parents.”
“Graduation?”
“Yep, I just graduated high school, and my family wanted to celebrate. Then, of course, my clumsy self fell and got lost.”
“Ye was out in the elements for damn near a week,” he says, surprising me. A week? My mom is probably freaking the fuck out. I need a phone.
“Can I use your phone? I left mine in my hotel room.”
“The landline is out right now due to the weather, and my cell doesn’t get reception up here.”
For the first time since I’ve been awake, I hear the torrential rain lashing down on the tin roof. It’s dark. The room, lit only by the fireplace, lights up when a streak of lightning flashes. Seconds later, a loud boom shakes the room, causing me to jump.
“don't be scared, lass. I’m here. You’re safe now.”
“You’re going to protect me? I ask, our eyes meeting.
“Aye. Always,” he says, and I smile.
“Always is an awfully long time,” I reply.
“I have a feeling that’s not going to be nearly enough time, bonny lass,” he says, his voice low and growly. I shiver. Leaning forward, I impulsively place my lips on his. When I open my mouth, he deepens the kiss. His hands are in my hair, and mine are in his. My body hums with excitement, no longer in pain. Suddenly, I realize that I haven’t taken a shower in almost a week. I pull away from him.
“Lass?” he asks, confused.
“Can I take a shower?” I ask, wishing I had already done that. I want this man’s hands on me, and I can’t explain it.
“Of course. I should have thought of that,” he says, standing up. I watch him walk over to his dresser and pull out a t-shirt. “Come,” he holds out a hand to me. I take it and walk with him out of the room and down the hallway. The bathroom is a simple, functional one, but the tub is huge. I opt for the efficiency of the shower, washing my hair with his shampoo, using his body wash. Of course, it’s a sandalwood and cedar scent. It smells like what I think sex smells like. I wouldn’t know first hand, but my cousin Gina says it is pretty amazing.
I hadn’t found the right guy yet, but screwy as it sounds, I think he just found me.
Chapter Three
Plaid
What the hell has she been eating and drinking? Why didn't I offer her some food? She’s got my mind and my dick all twisted up. I’ve been constantly hard since I lifted her up off of the ground. While she’s showering, I head into the kitchen and start making her something to eat. I have some chili leftover from last night that will be perfect on a night like this. I begin to heat it on the gas stove. My backup generator can be in use for twelve hours continuously, but I try not to drain it. It’s really just an excuse. An excuse I’m giving myself to keep myself from barging into the bathroom and demand she let me wash her.
How depraved is that? All I can think about is her.
Letting me touch her.
Letting me pleasure her tiny little body until she comes for me.
I’ve never wanted to wash a woman before, and I don't know if that disturbs me or not. I’ve never been with a woman before, but I know that I want her. Not just for sex, but I don't want to let her go. I didn't rescue the girl to keep her, but fuck, I want to. I scoop some chili into a bowl and set it down on the bar. I haven’t mastered cooking for one, so leftovers go a long way for me. It’ll be nice to share a meal with her.
“That smells good,” she says. I didn't hear her come into the kitchen, but when I look up, my knees buckle. She was gorgeous, covered in dirt, but clean? She looks beautiful. Pink-skinned and smiling. My shirt could double as a dress on her. She looks like a goddess waiting to be worshiped with her hard nipples poking out, her dark hair dripping wet, her bare legs out of the confines of those tight torture devices she had on. Seeing her like that makes something in me snap. Food forgotten, I stalk over to her and crowd her space. I want her. I crave her. I know she wants me; she kissed me first, for God’s sake. I back her up to the wall and kiss her. “Kiss her” sounds way too docile for what’s actually happening, though. We attack each other. I push for dominance, and I get it. She weakens in my arms. I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My hands grip her ass, and I know she’s not wearing panties. I had changed into some shorts earlier, and I never wear a shirt inside the house if I can help it. It’s so easy to slide my shorts down and pull my cock out, so I do so.