I believe him. My heart believes him, and my mind. No wonder I close the gap between us and I drop my jeans to the floor and climb into bed with him again.
“A perfect fit,” he says, wraps an arm around me, pulls on my frame, and cuddles me against his chest. Kisses my neck, my earlobe. “I’ll keep you safe all night long. I promise. And longer.”
Something tells me—no, wrong—something screams from the highest hilltop in the canyon that he will keep me safe. His for the taking. His to keep. His.
And I’m fine with this. Just fine.
* * * *
I don’t know what time he wakes me up in the middle of the night and decides to make love to me for a second time. All I remember is the cabin and my body shaking, our moans and groans, romantic pain grinding inside my bottom, and his lips against the ba
