Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
When I get to the front porch, the door swings open, and Maddie comes running out. “Oh my God, Rhett. Are you okay? Tell me you didn’t walk here. What were you thinking?”
She wraps her arms around me, pressing her body to mine. I’m covered in snow, and I try to pull back, but she’s not letting go. I pick her up and carry her over the threshold and set her on her feet before shutting the door behind us. When she pulls back, her clothes are wet and her nipples are pebbled against her shirt. I stroke my hand across my face. “Go put some clothes on.”
She giggles at my command, pushes me into a chair and then sits down on the wet floor in front of me. She grabs my boots and starts to tug them off me. I take my hat off and hang it on the hook over my head. I unzip my snowsuit and take it off, hanging it on the back of the chair. When Maddie reaches for the button of my jeans, I wave her away. “I got it.”
She stands up and moves my boots over to the door before crossing her arms over her chest. “You have to take off all your wet clothes, Rhett.”
I move toward the fire in my jeans and T-shirt. “My clothes are dry for the most part. I stole Elliott’s snowsuit.”
Maddie comes to stand beside me. “Look, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t expect you to have to walk here. Where’s the snowmobile?”
I gesture with my head toward the direction of the ranch. “It’s about a half mile that way. It stopped.”
She moves beside me and puts her hands on my arm. “I’m so sorry, Rhett. I wasn’t thinking. I wanted you to come here. I wanted us to get stranded here together, but I wasn’t thinking… If you’d gotten hurt—”
I cut her off. “You wanted me to get stranded here?”
Guilt crosses her face. “Yeah, I wanted you here with me, Rhett, but I didn’t think… I’m sorry.”
She looks down at the raging fire in the fireplace, and it’s not going to work. I want her eyes on me. I reach out and touch my finger to her chin and lift her head up. “Maddie.”
She won’t look at me. “Yeah?”
I take a step toward her, but she still won’t look at me. “Look at me, Maddie.”
She closes her eyes, and I lean in. “Baby.”
She opens her eyes and stares at me. I wrap my hand around her neck. “I shouldn’t have—”
She cuts me off and grabs the front of my shirt in her hands. “No, no more shouldn’ts, no more regrets, no more pushing me away.”
I reach for her and pull her against my body. My cock is hard and pressed into her belly. “I can’t push you away, not anymore. One night, Maddy. You give me one night, and then we forget this happened. We both know nothing can come of us.”
I wait for her to argue with me, and I’m a little disappointed that she doesn’t. Instead, she repeats my words back to me. “One night.”
CHAPTER 7
MADDIE
I know I’m lying as I mutter the two words to him. The truth is, at this point, I’ll tell him whatever he wants to hear if it means he won’t run away from me again.
I go on my tiptoes to kiss him, but before I can, his stomach rumbles.
I lower back down. “When did you eat last?”
He shrugs his shoulders, and I swat at him. “Rhett, are you kidding me? I’m sure you’ve been up since the ass crack of dawn—”
He cuts me off. “The ass crack of dawn? Really?”
I shrug and walk away from him into the little kitchen. Luckily, I came prepared. I point at the table in the corner. “Sit.”
I blush when he sees the small table already set with bowls and silverware on top of the napkins. I grab his bowl first and fill it with the chili that’s simmering on the stove. After I set it in front of him, I open the stove and pull out the cornbread that I left in there to warm.
When I set it on the table, I push Rhett into his seat.
“You really did plan this?”
Thankfully, my back is turned, and he can’t see my embarrassment. “Yeah, I told you I did.” I wait until I’m sitting next to him before I ask him, “Are you mad at me?”
He opens his mouth to answer, but I start to ramble. “Trust me, I hadn’t thought it all through. If something had happened to you, I don’t know what I would do.”
He reaches across the table and wraps his big hand around mine. “I’m fine.”
All I can do is stare at him. “But what if—”
He shakes his head. “No, no what ifs. I’m fine, and I’m here now.”