Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Silence.
My offer is answered with nothing but silence, and it has my stubbornness rearing its ugly head.
“Arrggh!” JR grunts in a rough tone when I toss off the deerskin and bear weight on my foot again like I have the strength to drag him to my half of the cabin.
“If you don’t want me to come to you, then come to me! It’s your bed, so it isn’t like I’m sharing it with you. You’re sharing it with me.” I scoff like he’s being an idiot. “Besides, we’ve showered together multiple times, you had your finger in my vagina only hours ago, and you’ve seen me naked. How much worse could things become in a bed?”
I swallow my sass when he tosses off the thin piece of cotton keeping him warm, then stands to his feet in all his six feet of glory. He didn’t just remove his shirt when he went back to bed, his sweatpants went right along with it.
The tingles racing through my body double in strength when my lack of retort sees him slowly crossing the room. His flaccid cock swings like a pendulum on a grandfather clock, and no matter how much my brain screams for me to roll over and act disinterested, I watch every mesmerizing sway.
There’s no doubt JR is a rough and dangerous man, but that doesn’t deter from his sexiness in the slightest. His body is big, built, and beautiful, and the wildness of his untamed features add to his appeal. He truly fascinates me, however, not all my admiration hinders on his attractiveness. I’m just as interested to learn who he is and how he became the man he is.
Does he live out here full-time?
Was he raised here or left to fend off the wolves alone?
And does he find me as interesting as I do him?
From the glimmer that darts through his eyes when I fan open the deer skin to invite him into my bed has me leaning toward it being a mutual fascination.
I squeal like a schoolgirl when JR flips me over like I don’t weigh a thing, flattens his hand on my stomach, then draws me back. He’s done this before, cloaked me with his body. I’m certain of it, and it wasn’t just when I was in the throes of a sickening panic attack.
The memories trickling into my head assure me those times were purely therapeutic.
The hardness pressing against my ass guarantees that isn’t the case this time around.
Even an unconscious person wouldn’t miss such a growth.
After coughing to clear my voice of any immaturity it shouldn’t have, I ask, “How much longer do you think the blizzard will last?”
Locals have a knack for things like predicting weather patterns and durations of such patterns, so although my question appears simplistic, I’m hoping it’s the commencement of a slew of information.
“JR?” I query, shocked about his ignorance. Communication isn’t his strong point, but I didn’t think that would still be the case when lying in bed with someone without any pants on.
JR growls in frustration when I roll over to face him.
Hours ago, it would have frozen me in place.
Now, I see it as more of a challenge than a threat.
I take a moment to drink in how his plump lips are as thick as his beard and his still straight nose even after being battered numerous times the past thirty-nine hours before I lock my eyes with his oceanic baby blues.
A grin tugs at my lips when I catch him partway through his appreciative stare. He drags his eyes across my lips and over my cheeks before they eventually find mine several heart thrashing seconds later.
“How…” Shock renders me silent before another word can leave my mouth. I’m not solely surprised by the amount of admiration in JR’s eyes when they locked with mine. I am choked up by the snapping of his eyes to my lips the instant they begin to move. “You’re not ignorant,” I murmur, my voice hitched with both alarm and awe. “You’re deaf.” When his eyes rocket back to mine, I sign, “Aren’t you?”
I wait and wait and wait for him to answer me, and just when I think he never will because he doesn’t understand sign language, he jerks up his chin.
“Can you only understand sign language, or can you speak it as well?” I both speak and sign my question so he can choose his preferred method of communication.
JR’s second delay is nowhere near as tortuous as the first, but it has the same tear-producing response. “I can sign too.”
I could kiss him. I would if I weren’t so damn excited to have unearthed a way for us to communicate. “How long have you lived out here? Were you raised here? Have you ever left the woods? Do you know what a banana split is?”