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Holy shit.
Blake and I just had sex.
And it was good. Great. Mind-blowing. There are not enough words to describe it.
I never thought my first time would be like this. A bumbling mess, sure. But it was hot and tender and sexy all at the same time. I never thought I’d feel so cared for during sex, but wow. Blake is…wow.
Blake comes back, a washcloth in hand. He cleans me up before dropping it on the floor and tucking us in.
“How do you feel?” Pulling me into his arms, his lips find my shoulder.
I turn, peering up into his green eyes. “I’ll let you know when I come back down to earth.”
The storm quiets around us as we drift off to sleep.
The perfect way to pass the storm.
ChapterFourteen
BLAKE
Stirring beside me wakes me up. This bed is way more comfortable than the one I’ve been sleeping on. Mainly because of the woman beside me.
Gray skies are still shrouded in rain. Trees are swaying with the wind. It howls around us. But the cabin is cozy.
Gemma is still fast asleep. Her lips are parted and her hair is a mess around her.
Holy shit.
I still can’t believe last night happened.
Every minute was perfect. She was perfect.
Letting her sleep, I get up and use the bathroom before pulling on my sweats and heading into the kitchen.
I didn’t pay much attention to Gemma’s cabin last time I was here. It’s exactly as I’d expect from her.
Warm and welcoming. Pictures of the mountains and horses decorate the walls. Flannel blankets are strewn over the couch that sits in front of the fireplace. The living room overlooks the back part of the ranch, the Tetons in the distance.
Pictures of her family line the mantel.
It even smells like her. Like fresh mountain air and vanilla.
I had no expectations when I came over here last night. With the storm raging, I was worried about her. I heard her conversation with Willow. I didn’t want her to be alone.
Every day spent here in Dixon is one I want to spend with her.
Digging in the fridge, I pull out a container of eggs and get to work. The coffee is easy enough to find and start.
“I thought I smelled something cooking.”
Gemma comes into the kitchen, wearing only my T-shirt.
Fuck. Why does it look so damn good on her? I want to peel it off her and have her for breakfast.
“Pretty basic. Scrambled eggs are hard to screw up.”
“No one’s ever made me breakfast before.”
