Chapter 6
Penny
The cabin suddenly hums with a vibrant energy, fueled by our unspoken desires.
I didn't plan this. I never even imagined it.
But now, I'm being carried by Edward into his bedroom, completely ready to be claimed by his beautiful soul.
His arms are steel bands around me, his body a solid, reassuring warmth against mine.
My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling me even closer, as I bury my face in the curve of his neck.
"Fuck, Penny," he grunts as I pepper kisses to his throat.
His heavy, rushed steps carry us through the flickering firelight, past the small living area, and into the shadowy doorway of his bedroom.
He kicks the door open wide, but doesn’t flip a switch, doesn’t even light a lamp. He just moves with urgent strides towards the edge of the bed. It's a large, rustic frame fitted with a thick mattress. It simple, but still somehow manages to look inviting and impossibly vast.
It’s exactly what I need right now.
Edward lowers me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, a silent question passing between us as my heart hammers against my ribs. My feet touch the floor, but he doesn’t release me from those big, strong arms.
“Penny,” he rasps, his voice a low growl, thick with pure emotion. The sound sends a delicious tremor through me.
His hands linger on my hips, his thumbs tracing the curve of my waist.
I lean back, tilting my head to meet his intense gaze. His blue eyes, usually so guarded, are now dark with desire, reflecting a hunger that mirrors my own.
"Edward," I whisper in return, my voice husky and breathless.
"I can't believe I'm doing this. You're going to be the death of me," he murmurs, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. His breath is warm against my lips, and I have to resist the urge to close the tiny distance between us.
"Well," I say, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw, "at least now you'll die happy."
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, the sound vibrating through me in the most delicious way. "You're trouble, Penny Kaye. Whatever did I do to deserve this storm."
"I'm the very best kind of trouble," I agree with a grin that probably looks far too pleased with myself. "And you deserve as much happiness as any other person."
His hands slide from my hips, trailing up my sides, under my sweater, igniting a trail of fire in their wake. My breath catches as his calloused thumbs brush against the lace of my bra, sending an unexpected jolt through me.
He pulls my sweater up and over my head. I lift my arms, helping him, the movement feeling impossibly erotic.
The cool air hits my skin, a brief shock, quickly replaced by the heat of his gaze.
He discards the sweater, tossing it onto a nearby chair, then his eyes feast on my exposed chest.
“Wish I’d known this was on the agenda,” I breathe, glancing down at my practical cotton bra. “I’d have worn the lacy red set from Victoria’s Secret.”
Edward’s fingers trace the edge of the plain fabric.
“This is perfect.” His voice is a low rumble against my ear. “It’s just… you.”
He leans in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my jaw.
“Every damn thing about you is beautiful, Penny.” His hands slide around my back, fumbling with the clasp. “Let me see all of you.”
My heart pounds, a drumbeat echoing in my ears as my bra falls from my chest, my nipples hardening instantly under his gaze.
“Beautiful,” he groans, his voice a rough caress as he reaches out to cup my breasts, his thumb swiping across my nipples.
Instinctively, I reach for the hem of his shirt. He watches me, his eyes dark, as I slowly pull it up, revealing the hard, defined planes of his stomach, the faint line of dark hair disappearing beneath his worn old jeans.
Every inch of him is carved like stone, a testament to years of demanding physical labor and military discipline. His skin is warm beneath my palms and I tug his shirt over his head, revealing the full expanse of his powerful chest.
It’s so big and broad, covered in a dusting of dark hair. Scars crisscross his shoulders and arms, faint white lines against his tanned skin, silent testaments to a past I can only begin to imagine.
But they don't detract from his beauty… they enhance it.
For a moment, I'm just standing there, my gaze lingering on his pecs, then slowly moving to his abs. Each of them is effortlessly hard and sculpted.
My eyes travel lower, to the tantalizing V of his hips, disappearing beneath the worn denim of his jeans.
Oh, he’s magnificent.
“Wow,” I breathe, the word escaping me before I can stop it.
Edward looks at me, a faint, almost boyish smirk playing on his lips.
“Wow, Penny?” he prompts, his voice laced with amusement, a rare, breathtaking glimpse of humor breaking through his usual stoicism.
“You heard me. Just… wow,” I confirm, my fingers itching to trace the lines of his deliciously masculine body.
Without conscious thought, my hands find his chest, my palms flattening against his warm skin. His muscles flex beneath my touch, and I can feel the strong, steady beat of his heart.
He groans, a low, guttural sound before leaning down, his mouth hungry on mine.
This isn't a tentative exploration anymore. This is a claiming. His lips move against mine with a raw urgency that steals my breath, his tongue tasting, teasing, demanding.
I respond with my own hunger matching his, the kiss escalating into a fierce, desperate dance.
His hands are everywhere. One slides into my hair, tangling in the strands, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss. The other glides down my back, pressing me closer, until there’s no space left between us.
I can feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my stomach, a thrilling promise of what’s to come.
Yes. God , yes.
But then, he breaks the kiss and pulls back.
“Penny,” he rasps, his voice rough with desire but also laced with uncertainty. “Are you sure? About this? About us?”
I see the desperate hunger in his eyes, the tremor in his hands, and I know.
This is right. This is profound. This is what I wanted, right?
“So sure,” I breathe, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “Take me, Edward.”
With a swift, fluid motion, he sweeps me back into his arms, lifting me effortlessly.
I let out a surprised gasp, but quickly wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. He carries me the final few steps to the bed, throwing me down on the edge of the mattress.
The springs creak as I crash down and this beast of a man grabs at the button on my jeans, yanking them down and tossing them aside.
He kneels before me, his eyes locked on the soaked patch on my panties.
“So damn beautiful,” he murmurs again.
He reaches out, his thumb tracing the lace of my panties, just above my hip bone. The light touch sends a wave of heat through me, pooling low in my belly.
Then, with a gentle tug, he slides them down until they join the jeans on the floor.
I'm now bare beneath his gaze, and for the first time in my life, I feel completely exposed. I've been naked in front of men before, but not men like this.
My own gaze drops to his still-clothed body. “Your turn.”
A slow smile spreads across his face, as he stands, towering over me.
With a confident movement, he unbuttons his jeans. I watch, mesmerized, as the denim slowly disappears, revealing the muscular planes of his thighs, the dark hair that dusts his legs, and then…
"Shit…" My breath hitches.
His erection is already thick and heavy. And it's enormous.
Seriously. It’s a masterpiece of the male anatomy. It's so gloriously erect it looks like it was sculpted by some very generous, albeit, very horny god.
Veins etch a map of desire along its length, leading down to where it strains toward me, impossibly large yet perfect.
My breath catches, equal parts awe and a delicious flutter of panic… how is that magnificent beast supposed to fit?
But the hungry ache low in my belly instantly overrides any fear. Bring. It. On.
Edward kicks off his jeans, and then he stands before me, completely, gloriously naked.
"Penny," he says, a rough scrape against the silence. "I'm going to eat your cunt."
Eat my cunt? Dirty talk from Edward Rogers? It’s almost more shocking than the sight of him.
Heat floods my cheeks, but it’s instantly followed by a throb deep between my legs. I feel myself clench, empty and wanting.
"We can work on your dirty talk later, Big Guy… but okay."
I scoot backwards on the thick quilt covering his bed, letting my knees fall wide open, inviting him. The cool air kisses my wetness, making me gasp.
"Well," I whisper, my voice trembling a little, "get to it then, soldier."
A low growl rumbles from his chest, primal and possessive.
It shouldn’t be this hot, but fuck… it is. He’s on me in an instant, knees hitting the floorboards beside the bed, his big hands sliding under my thighs and hauling me back to the very edge.
His mouth descends on my core and…
Oh. My. God.
It’s not tentative. It’s not gentle exploration. It’s a starving man presented with a feast, and he dives in headfirst.
"Fuck, Edward!" The words are ripped from me.
His tongue is hot, broad, and relentless, licking a firm, wet stripe from my entrance all the way up to my clit. I cry out, arching off the bed, my fingers scrambling for purchase in his thick, dark hair.
"Oh my god! Edward!"
He groans against me, the vibration sending electric shocks straight to my core. His tongue circles my clit then flicks it rapidly.
One of his hands leaves my thigh, sliding down to stroke my entrance. I'm embarrassingly wet, and he gathers my arousal on his fingers before pushing one thick digit inside me.
I gasp, clenching around the intrusion. "Yes! Oh, yes!"
He adds a second finger, curling them just right, hitting that beautiful spot deep inside.
The sensations are too much and not enough. Fireworks. Earthquakes. A goddamn supernova erupting between my legs.