Deep Woods Read Online Helena Newbury

Categories Genre: Romance, Suspense, Thriller Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
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He crouched and laid me down on my back on something soft. I finally opened my eyes to see him kneeling over me, gazing down into my eyes. Beyond him, the silhouettes of treetops rocking in the breeze, inky black against a deep blue sky that was speckled with a billion silver pinpricks.

He gazed down at me. “You’re the most beautiful damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

I drew in my breath but before I could respond to that, he was kissing me. Slower, this time, but no less possessive, and as his tongue found mine and danced with it, I moaned. I felt my shirt lift away from my breasts and the buttons being popped through their holes until he could spread the sides like wings. Then I felt his hands on my jeans and I swallowed, my breathing speeding up. One button popped. Two. Three. I opened my eyes and saw him kneeling there, eyes locked on my groin and the panties that were slowly being revealed. The store in Marten Valley had been stocked with basics so they were plain white cotton briefs, not some weapon of mass seduction made of lace and air. But Cal was gazing down at them as if they were the sexiest things they’d ever seen, his eyes blazing in a way that made me crush my thighs together and squirm.

He undid my boots and pulled them off. Then he hooked his hands in the sides of my jeans and lifted me effortlessly up off the ground so he could slide them down my legs, taking my socks with them. I dropped back to the ground, panting, my pale legs gleaming silver in the moonlight. I saw now that I was lying on a patch of moss, lushly green and springy. It was late and I should have been cold but when he hunkered down over me, straddling my half-naked body, all I could feel was a deep, violent heat thundering through my body, leaving me panting.

He moved in close, slid a hand under my shoulders, and brought me up to sitting, handling my body as if I weighed nothing. The open shirt fell from my shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed me full-on and savage, nibbling at my upper lip with his teeth, then kissing just my lower, an open-mouthed, breathless kiss that went on and on. I felt his other hand lift my tank top inch by inch until it was gathered under my arms. Then he broke the kiss just long enough to whip it over my head and off. He looked down and the way he drank in the sight of me, his chest rising and falling with heavy pants of lust, made the heat inside me tighten and throb.

He slid his hands up my naked back and unhooked the clasp of my bra, and I lifted my arms as if in a stupor so that he could get it off. Am I really doing this?! I’d never been naked outside, before and—

The bra came off and I gasped. I could feel the breeze playing over my sensitive flesh, caressing it, my nipples rising and tightening. I inhaled, smelling the trees, the earth, the endless sky above. It felt so freeing….

Then Cal hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs and off. As my legs rose to help him, I fell back...and then I was lying there on the ground, completely naked, feeling the outdoor air waft over every inch of my skin. I swallowed. It was heady, exciting, but I was more exposed than I’d ever been. I looked down at my curves uncertainly….

Then I looked up and saw how he was looking at me, and any last-minute insecurities melted away. He was gazing down at me almost reverently as if I was some goddess of the forest he’d stumbled upon while hunting. Then, as his eyes swept down my body, his breathing changed and those blue eyes gleamed as if he couldn’t decide whether to worship me or ravish me.

He sunk his fingers deep into my hair, fingering the strands, then cupped my cheek in his palm. His thumb brushed my lips and I panted against it. Then the hand was moving down: over my throat, over my collarbone...he cupped my breast. I gasped and my toes pressed against the moss as he rolled it in his palm and then began to stroke and knead, sending silver streamers of pleasure arcing down to my groin and making my hips rise and circle in time with what he was doing.

He dipped his head and I cried out as my hard nipple was enveloped in heat and wetness, his tongue lashing over it and circling around and around. My heels braced against the ground and my back arched, my hands going up to grab his shoulders and then tangle in his hair. The feel of those rough, powerful fingers squeezing and rubbing was already driving me crazy and now each swipe of his tongue sent an extra pulse of hot pleasure straight to my core. I began to pant, grinding my hips together, needing him.


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