Chapter 6 Aspen
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Aspen
Wow! I have no other words that describe what just happened between Wilder and me. I knew it was going to be good, but earth-shattering is more like it. I turn my head to look into Wilder’s eyes, but instead of the love and happiness I feel, I see doubt and even regret in his.
“Here, let me help you down.” Gently, he lifts me up, and off his still semi-hard cock, the feel of his cum slides out of me as the hot water of the shower washes it down the drain, and all he has to say to me is, " Here, let me help you down.” That’s when it hits me—he regrets us making love.
To salvage my hurt pride, I give him my brightest smile. “Damn, I needed that.” Grabbing the bar of soap, I quickly scrub all traces of what just happened off my body. With an equally quick rinse under the showerhead, I push open the door, leaving Wilder standing in the shower alone.
‘I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to cry.
’ I silently repeat to myself. ‘I just gave my virginity to someone I thought loved me as much as I love him. You’re a strong, independent woman, you’ll get through this,’ I continue my inner monologue.
‘You might have just lost your best friend, but you gain the knowledge that it’s time to move on and find someone who loves you back. ’
In my haste to leave the bathroom, I don’t take the time to dry myself off, only wrapping the towel around my body as tightly as I can. I only make it as far as my bedroom door before Wilder is running out of the bathroom, calling my name with only a towel draped around his waist.
The sight of his naked, broad chest, glistening with water, is almost my undoing. I want to pound my fists against this chest, demanding he tell me why I’m not enough for him, then I want to take my tongue and lick away the drops of water.
In the end, I do neither. Instead, I lock my feelings away and blurt out the worst thing possible. “I was thinking you’ve been spending way too much time with me. Don’t you think it’s time to sign up with my mail-order bride agency?”
I realize my mistake a second too late as he descends on me like an avenging, muscular, half-naked angel.
But there’s no mistaking the anger and hurt in his tone.
“After what we just did, you want me to go out and find someone else?” His fingers dig into my arms, not painfully but like a man clinging desperately to something he fears losing.
“I thought you had feelings for me, especially after that.” He nods toward the bathroom door, and my mind is already replaying every touch and every kiss.
“But now you want to pawn me off on someone else. Wasn’t I good enough for you?
Didn’t I please you?” I open my mouth to tell him he was amazing, but he silences me with a glare.
“You’re mine, whether you choose to believe it or not.
I’ve been waiting months for the right time to claim you.
Sex in the shower might not have been the ideal time, but it was amazing—you’re amazing, Aspen.
You came to town with a dream, and in six short months, your business is booming.
You’ve not only helped your business succeed but also helped most of the town flourish.
I love you, Aspen. I want to spend the rest of my life with you as your husband, but only when you’re ready.
I won’t push you or force you. Just know I’m not signing up for your mail-order bride program unless I have a say in who my bride will be, because no one else can compare to you. ”
Every doubt I had flies out of my head as I launch myself into his arms, knocking him back onto my bed.
“I love you too, Wilder.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with all the love in my heart.
“When I saw the look in your eyes after we were done, it looked like you regretted what had happened,” I confess, breaking the kiss.
“Regret? The only thing I regretted was making love to you for the first time in the shower. In my head, I’d always dreamed of having candles and rose petals placed all over your bedroom, with soft music playing in the background for our first time.”
“Oh, Wilder, that sounds amazing. It’s a good thing we have a lifetime of candlelight and roses.”