probably just another notch on his belt . It was silly of her to expect him to treat her as anything special. Yet she desperately wished he would .
She smiled. Being here in his home just felt so damn right . Waking up beside him, lighting the fire, making the coffee, it was so domesticated and felt so easy.
She remembered how hard it was learning how to live with Greg, everything had been a fight. Who got to use the bathroom first, who made the coffee, how many pairs of shoes she had. He’d hated all her kitschy furniture and had wanted to get rid of it. She’d put her foot down and absolutely refused to part with a single item.
Every single thing she owned had been hand picked by her and had a story behind it. She loved everything she owned, it was a collection of moments from her life. As far as Greg was concerned it was just kooky crap, he couldn’t fathom how someone could be so attached to cheap furniture. He really didn’t get her, in hindsight it wasn’t really a surprise that things hadn’t worked out.
She laid her hand over Don’s heart. Maybe Don didn’t want her now but perhaps she could persuade him otherwise. After all they were trapped together for a few more days at least. No escape.
After enjoying so many wanton dreams she had thought her attraction was just about sex. But now she knew otherwise, it was so much more. If they spent time together perhaps he would come to care for her as she already did for him. She knew in her heart that she wanted to be with him .
She wondered if the age difference would bother Don. It certainly hadn’t last night! She couldn’t see that it would, but then she’d dated men older than Don, the relationships hadn’t worked out but not because of their ages.
No, his age didn’t matter to her. She loved him. Whoa holy shit! She loved him?! Where the hell had that come from?
The acknowledgement of her feelings made her both uneasy and over the moon. It had all happened so quickly, was she really so sure it was love? She never usually fell so quickly or so hard. But then there was something different about Don. Arousal bloomed within her and her heart swelled just thinking of him. Damn she had it bad .
She wondered how he felt about her. She doubted it was love for him but she had at least a few days completely alone with him. Maybe he would come to love her . If ultimately he didn’t want her at least she will have tried, she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t try. No pain, no gain.
She sat up in bed and took a few sips of coffee. Don stirred, stretching and flexing his gorgeous muscles. Mmmm, she could get used to that sight .
Don’s eyes fluttered open to find Kayleigh watching him, smiling. Her cheeks were rosy pink, her dark eyes twinkling and her golden hair was sexily tousled . He certainly didn’t mind waking up to this.
“Morning.” He muttered.
“Good morning cowboy!” She said brightly.
Don folded his arms under his head. “Sleep well?”
She giggled cutely. “Fantastic. You?”
“Yeah, real good.” Despite his misgivings he had slept more soundly than he had in years, having her curvy body pressed against him all night had felt great. But he couldn’t get used to it, it was a one time deal. His wolf growled at him.
“Let me get you a cup of coffee.” She leaned down and planted a quick soft kiss to his mouth before jumping out the bed.
He tracked her movements as she sauntered over to the kitchen, watching her bare legs and generous hips swinging. Blood rushed to his groin exponentially, he could barely contain himself around her.
He had to try and focus on something else. Looking round the cabin he was impressed to see she had built a fire. He’d never brought a woman back here, this was his space and he didn’t want it invaded by anyone else. But having Kayleigh there felt so right, she seamlessly fit
She smiled. Being here in his home just felt so damn right . Waking up beside him, lighting the fire, making the coffee, it was so domesticated and felt so easy.
She remembered how hard it was learning how to live with Greg, everything had been a fight. Who got to use the bathroom first, who made the coffee, how many pairs of shoes she had. He’d hated all her kitschy furniture and had wanted to get rid of it. She’d put her foot down and absolutely refused to part with a single item.
Every single thing she owned had been hand picked by her and had a story behind it. She loved everything she owned, it was a collection of moments from her life. As far as Greg was concerned it was just kooky crap, he couldn’t fathom how someone could be so attached to cheap furniture. He really didn’t get her, in hindsight it wasn’t really a surprise that things hadn’t worked out.
She laid her hand over Don’s heart. Maybe Don didn’t want her now but perhaps she could persuade him otherwise. After all they were trapped together for a few more days at least. No escape.
After enjoying so many wanton dreams she had thought her attraction was just about sex. But now she knew otherwise, it was so much more. If they spent time together perhaps he would come to care for her as she already did for him. She knew in her heart that she wanted to be with him .
She wondered if the age difference would bother Don. It certainly hadn’t last night! She couldn’t see that it would, but then she’d dated men older than Don, the relationships hadn’t worked out but not because of their ages.
No, his age didn’t matter to her. She loved him. Whoa holy shit! She loved him?! Where the hell had that come from?
The acknowledgement of her feelings made her both uneasy and over the moon. It had all happened so quickly, was she really so sure it was love? She never usually fell so quickly or so hard. But then there was something different about Don. Arousal bloomed within her and her heart swelled just thinking of him. Damn she had it bad .
She wondered how he felt about her. She doubted it was love for him but she had at least a few days completely alone with him. Maybe he would come to love her . If ultimately he didn’t want her at least she will have tried, she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t try. No pain, no gain.
She sat up in bed and took a few sips of coffee. Don stirred, stretching and flexing his gorgeous muscles. Mmmm, she could get used to that sight .
Don’s eyes fluttered open to find Kayleigh watching him, smiling. Her cheeks were rosy pink, her dark eyes twinkling and her golden hair was sexily tousled . He certainly didn’t mind waking up to this.
“Morning.” He muttered.
“Good morning cowboy!” She said brightly.
Don folded his arms under his head. “Sleep well?”
She giggled cutely. “Fantastic. You?”
“Yeah, real good.” Despite his misgivings he had slept more soundly than he had in years, having her curvy body pressed against him all night had felt great. But he couldn’t get used to it, it was a one time deal. His wolf growled at him.
“Let me get you a cup of coffee.” She leaned down and planted a quick soft kiss to his mouth before jumping out the bed.
He tracked her movements as she sauntered over to the kitchen, watching her bare legs and generous hips swinging. Blood rushed to his groin exponentially, he could barely contain himself around her.
He had to try and focus on something else. Looking round the cabin he was impressed to see she had built a fire. He’d never brought a woman back here, this was his space and he didn’t want it invaded by anyone else. But having Kayleigh there felt so right, she seamlessly fit
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