CHAPTER 8
Forrest
Dammit if she does think I don’t want it to.
I saw the way she was looking at me. Those piercing eyes. That lustful look.
She was waiting for me to take her, and it took everything inside me not to.
Not yet anyways. I need to examine her and make sure she’s all right.
Plus she’s just had a life or death experience. Her emotions are on overload, as are mine. I don’t want her to start something she might regret later. I want her being with me to be a conscious decision, but by the looks she was giving me she decided that long ago.
And it’s a decision I’ve come to since the first moment I saw her. I tried to play it off and convince my mind it wasn’t what I wanted, but you can’t fool yourself. Isn’t possible and I have no idea why I thought I’d be the first person in human history to make it work.
And speaking of my history it’s been a long, long time since I was with a woman…and certainly never one like her.
There was never a woman who draws me in like she does. One who completely captivates me and makes me feel not only the physical things, but the mental aspects as well.
I was always addicted to my work and helping others, but now I can’t think of anything else but to help myself.
But not until I have a chance to look at her.
Examining her is going to be tough. How am I going to control myself? How will I be able to avoid the temptation not to look places I shouldn’t.
This isn’t about me being aroused from not having been with a woman in so long. This is about me never being with her, and knowing that never will turn into always once I have my first taste of her.
I sit down on the couch and try and calm down. There’s no way.
My cock feels thicker, harder, and longer than the logs I used to build this cabin. It hurts so bad I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stand up.
I can hear the water going and I just want to get up and go in that bathroom right now and push her body against the wall and slide my dick inside her under the warm water. Thankfully I installed a boiler for the water for warm showers. The Spartan cold showers I’m used to would never be acceptable for a woman like her.
But there are no other women like her. That’s the point. And that’s the part that’s driving me wild.
I just can’t believe I found her, and she found me, and I was so close to losing her before I even had her.
But once I do I’m going to hang on to her for dear life.
The water stops and I hear some movement.
God, she’s in there naked right now. Naked and dripping wet. Clean as a whistle and fresh as the air up here. There’s no way she could look more beautiful than fresh out of the shower, free of makeup and clothes. One hundred percent natural and one million percent absolutely beautiful.
How I want to go in there right now, even just to get a look. But once I lay my eyes on that body of hers I know one look will turn into a whole lot more. There will be no turning back and no controlling what I want.
I hear footsteps and I turn.
She steps out into the main room wearing a white Henley shirt of mine and a pair of my underwear.
She’s not totally dry and I can see through the top and the bottom. The shirts so big it’s falling off the side of her shoulder, only the curve of her breast is keeping it in place.
I want to freeze this image in my mind forever. No woman has ever looked this incredible nor will one ever again.
Scratch that. I want to see the glow on her face after the first time I claim her. The look when I make her climax and then the come down after when she processes what just happened and what’s going to happen for the rest of her life.
That will compare. That and when she gives birth to our first child.
So many things to look forward to and the mental pictures are already being taken.
But first I need to slow down and enjoy the here and now.
There’s no time like the first time, but first I have to make sure she’s not hurt.