Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Chloe
It’s not a dream.
I’m not dreaming.
It takes me a minute to realize what’s actually happening, but when I do, I’m both horrified and thrilled at the same time.
A man has never touched me like this before. I’ve dreamt about it, fantasized about it, and even written about it, but never before has a real-life man—let alone a man as hot as Ryder Wolf—ever touched me the way this man is touching me at this moment.
I don’t even care that the only reason he’s doing it is to save me from hypothermia after I was an idiot.
Oh my God.
He probably thinks I’m just a stupid little girl who almost killed herself.
Maybe my brain is still frozen because I ask him not to stop touching and rubbing me even though we both know that I’m not cold anymore.
There can’t be any harm in cuddling up for as much body heat as possible. Besides, it doesn’t seem like he wants to stop either. I may not have any actual experience with men, but I can feel the hard, thick rod of his erection pressed into my backside.
I can’t stop myself from wiggling back into it.
“Chloe.”
He says my name like a warning, deep and low. It sends a shiver of desire through me.
“Tell me all about your writing.”
“I write articles for Weekend Warrior.”
“I don’t think that’s what we’re talking about right now.”
It’s not. But the thing is, I don’t talk about my romance novels with anyone. Still, I’ve never been practically naked with a man who just saved my life. I could have died out there. I thought I was going to die. He saved me. This incredibly sexy mountain man saved me from dying as a virgin.
I might as well tell him the truth.
“I write sexy romance novels.”
He pauses his movements, but only for the briefest moment as he absorbs what I just said. “How sexy?”
“Smutty sexy.”
Ryder doesn’t respond right away, and I worry I’ve gone too far. So many people have preconceived notions about smutty novels. It’s one of the reasons I don’t talk about it.
“Have you published any?”
I shake my head as his hand spreads over my stomach.
“Why not?”
“They’re not any good. They can’t possibly be.”
“Why would you say that?”
Maybe it’s the fact that I can’t see him that’s making it easier to say these things I’ve never said out loud before. Or maybe it’s that some part of my brain froze and died. But now that I’ve started talking, I can’t seem to stop.
“Because I write smutty books with lots of sex scenes in them and…well, I’m a virgin.”
Ryder
A virgin?
She’s a virgin?
Holy. Shit.
The new information only makes me move closer to her. It’s as if I have an instinctual need to protect her, which is ridiculous. But maybe it’s not. After all, my instincts did tell me to go check on her, and if I hadn’t gone looking for her when I did, well…I don’t want to think about it.
“Ryder?”
I’m so busy processing this new information that I don’t realize I never responded.
“Is that…I mean…you don’t have to keep rubbing me if you don’t want to.”
Oh. Fuck. No.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t think I’m fully warmed up yet.”
The fire has done a fast and effective job of warming up the cabin, and beneath all the quilts, I’m overheating. But then again, maybe that has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the woman pressed up to me.
“It’s a good thing I found you when I did.” My hands continue to move slowly over her body. When she wiggles her sweet ass into me, I grow bolder with my touch. “You were so cold, Chloe. I wasn’t sure if…it doesn’t matter. How are you feeling now?”
A moan slips from her mouth but she doesn’t say anything.
“Chloe?”
“Yes?”
“How are you feeling now?”
“Good. Really good.”
“Tell me how else you like being touched.” My voice is so low and gruff, I hardly recognize it as I lean forward and whisper in her ear.
“I don’t know,” she admits. “I’ve never been touched before, either.”
How this amazing woman has remained untouched her entire life is beyond me. Any men she’s encountered before me are all idiots who can’t see what’s right in front of them. Not that I’m complaining. I knew she was special before, but now…damn. This woman was made for me.
I can’t even begin to explain it, but I don’t care to try. The only thing I know is that she’s in my arms now, and I never want to let her go.
“Do you like this?” I slide my hand up her leg, letting my fingertips drag lightly across her thigh.
She shivers under my touch and nods. “I like all the ways you touch me.”
My already hard cock twitches with her words.
“Ryder?” Chloe twists her head so she’s looking at me.
I shift so she’s lying flat on the bed and I’m hovering over her and can look into her beautiful eyes, dark with desire.
“Will you show me?”
“Show you what?”
She swallows hard and closes her eyes for a moment. “Show me how to…teach me…I mean…”
I stop her because I’m almost certain I know what she’s going to ask me, and I can’t let her finish the sentence. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Her face falls, and I immediately regret saying anything.
“Why? I mean…what’s wrong with me?”
Chloe’s question is a dagger to my heart.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with her.
Nothing at all. And that’s the entire problem.
“If you were anyone else, sweetheart, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation, because my mouth would be so busy devouring your pussy, making you scream, there would be no time for talking. ”
She sucks in a breath and bites her bottom lip in a way that makes me want to suck it between my own two lips.
It takes her a moment, but eventually, she asks, “Why if I was anyone else? Why not me?”
I hate the uncertainty in her voice and the doubt that she has that she’s enough. She’s so much more than enough, and I want more than anything for her to know that. But I have to tell her the truth.
“Because I promised my brothers I wouldn’t touch you. And I know with one hundred percent certainty that once I got a taste of your sweet pussy, I wouldn’t be able to stop until my cock was stuffed all the way deep inside you.”