Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“This place is amazing.” And the man who owned it was even better.
6
ARTEMIS
My appreciation for my cabin grew as I took in Marielle’s pleased reaction. Her pretty hazel eyes were wide as she took in the home that I barely spent any time in. “Glad you like it.”
“From what I can see out here, there isn’t anything not to like,” she murmured, flashing me a quick smile before turning to stare up at the cabin again.
I guided her up the steps. “The inside is even better.”
My cabin had never quite felt like home. Not until my fated mate stepped through the doors, completely unaware of who she was to me. But now that she was finally where she belonged, I had the privacy I needed to explain everything to her. I just needed to figure out where to start.
“You were right.”
Shutting the door behind us, I glanced down at her. “Hmm?”
She swept her hand in front of us. “I’m a nature girl, but I have to agree that it’s more gorgeous in here than out there.”
Fate certainly knew what it was doing when we were paired together since I loved the outdoors too. With how much she liked this place, I couldn’t wait until she saw what I’d done with the part of the cave that she hadn’t seen on Saturday. If she was impressed by the timber that made up the cabin walls, her mind would be blown by the striations of the rock wall in the living room there. They were more beautiful than any artwork made by man but paled in comparison to the woman standing next to me.
“There isn’t much more to see, but would you like a quick tour?”
She nodded. “Yes, please.”
I decided to start with the bedroom, hoping it would make it easier to resist the temptation to drag her onto the mattress since I had the rest of the place to show her. And a fuck ton of information to share.
I was wrong, but I still managed to walk out of there without tasting her sweet pussy even though it was hard as fuck to move when my cock was pressed so tightly against my zipper that I wouldn’t be surprised if the grooves left a permanent mark. I ended the tour in the kitchen, my dick flexing when Marielle trailed her fingers over the granite countertop I’d installed myself.
“I always thought of log cabins as being rustic, but you have all of the creature comforts here.” She peered through the French doors that led to the back porch. “Is that a wood-burning pizza oven I see out there?”
“Yup, pizza is one of my all-time favorite foods. I could eat it just about every day,” I confessed.
“Same.” She turned to smile at me. “Your friends and family must love when you make it for them.”
“Never cooked a pizza for anyone but myself.” After reviewing what I had available in my fridge and pantry, I offered, “But I have a dough recipe that only takes about twenty minutes if you’d like to try it.”
She rubbed her flat belly. “I would never turn down homemade pizza.”
After grabbing the needed ingredients, I padded outside to start the fire in the brick oven. It needed about twenty minutes to heat, which was perfect for the recipe I was using.
When I returned inside, I found Marielle at the counter, chopping the mushrooms and green peppers I had pulled out of the fridge. She looked so perfect in my kitchen. Maybe I was more of a Neanderthal than I realized because I could easily picture her barefoot and pregnant with my hatchling in there. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know, but living in the dorms means I rarely get to cook.” Setting down the knife, she shrugged. “I couldn’t resist the temptation of your kitchen.”
“If you enjoy it, help as much as you want.”
She took me up on my offer, and we worked together to get the pizza ready to go in the oven. Right after we went outside and I slid it inside to cook, she murmured, “I just realized something.”
Turning to her, I asked. “What?”
“You never really explained how you tracked me down to my campus.”
With how smart she was, I had been wondering when she would catch on to my evasion of that topic earlier. Tapping my nose, I replied, “Caught your scent.”
She rolled her eyes with a laugh, assuming that I was joking. “Not sure I’ll ever be able to be around a vanilla cupcake without thinking of you.”
“Oh.” Her plump lips formed a perfect circle as her cheeks filled with a pretty pink color. “Um…that’s just my body wash.”
“I’m pretty damn sure it only smells so fucking good because you’re the one who uses it,” I corrected, enjoying how her blush deepened.
“You…um…smell good, too.” She was so damn adorable and sweet, it made me chuckle, and she rushed to add, “Not that your scent is sweet or girly like mine. It’s more woodsy, with a hint of something smoky that I can’t quite figure out.”