Chapter 10 #2
"I won't. Come on. We just have to be careful," she insists, and takes a step forward, pulling my hand.
"Let me go first." I step in front of her and cautiously test each board, putting my weight on it before I allow her to. When we reach the door, I open it and step inside the dark room, ordering, "Don't come in yet."
"Why?"
"I need to make sure it's safe."
She scoffs. "I was here last week, silly. It's fine. The bad boards are marked, remember?"
I glance inside. It's so dark, I can barely see the red X marks on the wood. "Why were you here by yourself?"
"For your present."
"You shouldn't be out here by yourself," I scold.
She shuts the door, and the darkness surrounds us. She slides her arms around my waist and tilts her chin up. "Wyatt. Chill out."
"You could have gotten hurt. You—"
She puts her finger over my lips. "Stop freaking out. Now, tell me you want your gift."
I sigh, trying to relax. I have no idea what her gift is, but she obviously put a lot of thought into it. And no one's ever surprised me like this before, so as worried as I am, I'm also digging it.
She adds, "Please go back to being my cool boyfriend."
I chuckle, slide my arms around her, and cup her ass. "Okay, sugar. I'll be cool since I love you."
She gapes at me.
My heart pounds wildly in my chest and sweat beads on my forehead.
Did I just say that out loud?
Silence fills the tiny cabin. She holds her breath.
Don't be a pussy.
I slide my hands over her cheeks. "Aw, hell. I said it, and it's true. I love you, and I should have told you sooner." My pulse beats hard against my neck.
Time seems to stand still.
"Well, say something," I blurt.
She tugs my head toward her and kisses me. "I love you too."
I exhale dramatically and tease, "Damn near kissed the dirt, but it looks like we made it."
She laughs.
I kiss her some more.
She retreats. "Want your gift?"
"Yes. Please. The suspense is killing me," I admit.
She pulls a handkerchief out of her pocket. "I have to put this on you."
"Really? But it's already dark in here."
"Yep. Bend down so I can secure it," she orders.
I obey, and she covers my eyes with the cotton.
"Tell me if you can see anything," she says.
"Nope. It's blacker than night."
"Good. Now, don't move," she instructs.
"Be careful. It's too dark to see a lot of the X marks," I warn.
"I'm lighting a candle, so stop acting like a sissy," she teases.
I chuckle again. "All right."
Several minutes pass, and then sounds of Christmas music fills the room.
I hum along for two songs.
Willow says, "Okay. You can take off the blindfold now."
I tug at the handkerchief, blink a few times, and when my vision clears, my heart practically stops beating. I mumble, "Sweet mercy."
Candles are lit all over the cabin. A string of Christmas lights hangs over the oak mantel with garland.
Willow's in nothing except a red and silver bra and matching panties.
A huge bow wraps around her torso. She's got a Santa hat on, and her long, dark hair hangs in curls.
Her back's against the headboard, and her legs stretch across the mattress, slightly bent at the knees.
My mouth waters. I swallow hard, unable to decide what part of her to look at.
She pins her blues on me. In a nervous husk, she asks, "Do you like your Christmas present?"
I grind my molars, unable to move, my cock throbbing in my denim.
She tilts her head, looking worried. "Was this a dumb idea?"
"What? No!" I reply, snapping out of my trance. I take two steps and sit down on the thin mattress. "You look... Damn, sugar. I can't even think right now."
Her lips twitch, and her gaze burns brighter.
I circle my fingertips on her stomach, unable to keep my focus on any one area of her body.
"You're making me nervous," she admits quietly.
Get a grip, I scold myself.
I lean closer to her and put my hand on her cheek. I brush my lips against hers and state, "You don't know how gorgeous you are, sugar."
I can sense her anxiety when she takes a deep breath and asks, "So, what do you want to do with your gift?"
I gape at her.
She arches her eyebrows.
"Be clear with me right now, because my brain isn't working well. At least, not the right one," I state.
She puts her hand over her smile.
I continue, "Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"
She slowly nods, affirming, "Yeah."
My eyes widen, then my brain short-circuits for a moment. The muscles tighten in my jaw, hands, and thighs. It's like my body's trying to hold back, but it's barely working.
I swallow hard. "So, to be clear—"
"I'm giving you my virginity, Wyatt," she confirms.
My pulse pounds like a hammer between my ears. I stare at her.
She reaches for my hand and quietly asks, "Do you not want it?"
I shake my head and blink a few times. "No. That's not it."
"Then what is it?" Her question comes out shaky.
I stroke her hair for a moment to collect my thoughts.
"Wyatt?" She bites her lip.
"I want to make sure that you're 100 percent sure."
"I am."
"Are you? Because I don't want you to regret me."
She slides her hands over the sides of my head. "I could never regret you, Wyatt."
"No?"
"No," she firmly says.
Another moment passes, but then there's only one thing to do. I kiss her. It's slow. Deliberate. And deep. Because I've been starving for this.
She melts against me. Or maybe I'm the one who melts against her. Her breath hitches as my fingers tease the curve of her jaw, and she pulls at my shirt.
I put my arms up, and she tears it off me, then her lips return to mine with hunger. She reaches for my belt buckle, and I want to give in, but I grasp her wrist and pull back so she's forced to look at me.
"What's wrong?" she frets, out of breath.
"Sugar, we're not doing this quickly. I'm going to take my time so I can watch."
"Watch?" she asks.
I nod. "Yes. I'm going to watch you break for me.
And when you cling to me, begging, I'm going to ruin you some more.
You're never going to want another man inside you.
You were already mine, but there's no going back after this.
And I'm going to remember every moan." I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear, then continue, "Every cry. Every way you scream my name."
She inhales sharply with her eyes going wide.
I push her back on the bed and cage my body over hers. I slide my tongue into her mouth and slowly tease her while gliding my knuckles over the curve of her stomach.
She whimpers in my mouth. Her body quivers under me.
"That's right, sugar. You're mine," I murmur, then rise off her, sitting up.
I pat my thighs, ordering, "Get up here so I can unwrap my gift."