Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 111355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Mumbling several oaths, he once again scooped her up and carried her over to the hearth. He went down holding her and then he braced her between his legs so that she could rest her back against his chest. He then proceeded to gently unwind the cloth on one hand. As he did he noticed that her boots were wet and he worried that her feet had suffered badly in the snowstorm.
He pressed his cheek next to hers as he massaged warmth into her hand. “Can you feel your feet?”
Her finger pressed his massaging hand twice.
He swore several times hoping that her feet had not suffered badly in the snowstorm. He concentrated on rubbing her hands warm and let the fire chase her shivers. Then he would stripe her and see to the rest of her.
Cree wanted to ask her why she had done such a foolish thing but he didn’t think she had the strength to gesture. Besides he already knew the answer. Old Mary’s life was in danger and Dawn could not sit by and see her friend die. She had a generous heart and a caring soul and he wished to the heavens that he could make her his wife.
She shivered against him and he quickly snatched her up in his arms and carried her to the bed to stand next to it. He wanted to warm her as quickly as possible and the one way to do that was... he hastily shed his clothes. Then he rid her of her garments and as if she realized his intentions she draped her arms around his neck and rested her head to his naked chest. He ran his hand down along her body savoring every familiar line and curve that excited him each time he touched her. Her skin was still chilled but it had lost that icy coldness, except for her feet. But by the time he got done with her, he expected them to be greatly improved.
She pressed against him though not with her usual eagerness and he slipped his hand between her legs and wasn’t surprised to find her moist with desire. He hadn’t doubted that it wasn’t passion she lacked but rather strength. And the thought that even though she was exhausted, she wanted him, had his blood simmering all the more and his already engorged member thickening.
With a swift scoop he picked her up and deposited her in bed and then he straddled her.
“You are to do nothing,” he ordered and dropped down over her, his hands on either side of her head as he brought his mouth close to hers, “but enjoy and get warm.”
Dawn managed a smile and her body shivered, though she wasn’t quite sure if it was from feeling chilled or the anticipation of what Cree intended to do to her.
He kissed her ever so gently almost as if he was afraid she’d break, and then he straightened up and his hands reached out and began to caress her starting along her neck and working his way down over her shoulders. His hands were warm, his touch full of strength. He took his time, his hands moving down along one arm, digging his fingers into her flesh and then caressing it, until she felt the chill fade and warmth spread throw her limb. He gave the same attention to her other arm and then he focused on her chest.
As soon as his large hands took hold of her breasts and kneaded them, she couldn’t stop herself from lifting her body just so, so that the thick, hard length of him rested perfectly between her legs teasing her senseless.
He bent over her, his mouth capturing one nipple at a time and suckling it like a man who couldn’t get enough.
He raised his head for a moment to say, “Damn, but you taste good.”
He moved off her then and she frowned with disappointment but then his hands went to work on her legs and she sighed inwardly with pleasure. Her limbs had burned with the pain of trying to trudge through the snow with her extra burden. She closed her eyes and relished the way his strong fingers dug into her legs forcing the pain away. When he took hold of her foot she startled. But he paid her reaction no heed. He held her foot firmly, his thumbs pressing hard along the soles. And she thought she’d die from the pleasure.
She was shocked when he turned her over, straddled her again and went to work on her back.
He leaned down and whispered, “I’m going to have you more than once tonight and I’m going to make you come over and over and over. And you, my love, will be helpless to do anything about it.” He bit playfully at her ear and chuckled.