Page 3 of Swooned By the Lumberjack
My eyes flick to Wade. He watches me while my dad says okay and turns right back to Clair. They’re utterly in love and I’m glad they are focused on each other, because it’s Wade’s gaze I’m more interested in. It ripples across my skin, sinks deeper into me until I’m sure I’ll never be able to forget it. His eyes softening as he studies my face, the way his jaw ticks slightly…god, I am already wet just with it.
“Goodnight,” I say softly.
He inclines his head and reaches across the table to take my wine glass. He puts his lips right against my lip prints without looking away from me. I shudder. It feels as potent and naughty as a kiss.
I quickly turn and head to my bedroom, the last room on the first floor, located at the far end of the house, facing the cabin. I shut myself inside and take a few deep breaths before touching my lips.Holy crap.
Shaking my head, I go through my normal night routine. Shower, apply cream to my face, towel dry my hair, put on my pajamas, then read. Just as I braid my hair for bed, I look out my window and notice the lights are on in Wade’s cabin. I lean toward my window. None of the curtains are drawn and I cross my fingers.
“It’s not creepy unless he sees me. It’s not weird unless I let it be weird. I’m twenty-three. He’s forty-one. We’re adults,”I say to myself.
Just when I’m about to give up and lay down, there he is. Shirtless, his skin glowing with a deep tan, the light catching the dark sprinkling of hair across his broad chest. My breath hitches as I drink him in, the way his muscles shift with each subtle movement, how his body seems carved from stone yet still so perfectly human. His abs are defined, his arms strong, his body exuding raw masculinity that makes my pulse race.
My heart thunders in my ears. I should be in there with him, should be tracing my fingers along the hard lines of his chest, daring him to do more than just look. I want him to touch me the way his gaze does—possessively, intensely— to show me if he feels the same desperate pull, the same burning need I can’t seem to shake. It’s impulsive, hot, demanding, but it’s so achingly desperate and needy that I can’t ignore it.
Just as I’m about to thank my lucky stars and go to bed satisfied with my secretive peek at Wade, his eyes cut through the window and pin me in place. He inhales and it’s like I feel it too, feel him breathe me in. Heat traces every curve of my body and sinks all the way into my pussy.
I shiver, then drop out of sight, laying on my bed, my cheeks burning for the shame.
Being caught is terrible. He could tell my dad I’m spying, could think I’m a creep, but the near smile on his gorgeous lips, every cut of muscle on display, his strong arms, the happy trail I imagine racing from his belly button down further and further, leading to his waistband, makes it all too easy to ignore the consequences. I would have liked to wait and see if he would lower his underwear, leaving him only in his briefs. I wonder if he was thinking about masturbating... what I wouldn't give to be the one taking care of him.
I groan softly and close my eyes, massaging my breasts. I push my shirt up to pinch and tease my right nipple with light touches before licking my fingers and slowly swirling one wet finger around my areola. I shiver and imagine Wade’s mouth on me. He’d work me up with his tongue as he knelt over me.
“Don’t be too loud. Once we start, I’m not going to be able to stop, no matter who comes to your door,” he’d say in my ear.
My hand follows the same path his would, pushing into my panties and teasing my clit. He’d love finding me perfectly shaved, soaking wet, all for him. His big, sure fingers working me up, then sinking into me until we both groan.
“Wade,” I pant breathlessly.
His blue eyes would blister me as he curled his fingers inside me again and again, hitting my G-spot just like I need.Every wet sound would belong to him. Every moan rolling off my tongue should land on his lips, on his sculpted chest.
I get all the way to the edge before I turn to pant his name into my pillow. I push my panties down, thinking of him tearing them off me with his teeth and grope for my vibrator. I pull my shirt all the way up and arch my back. I want his mouth claiming every inch of me. Telling me how naughty I am, how much he wants me, how looking at me sets him on fire.
He has to feel what I feel. The lust, the need, themorethat I can’t define.
Buzzing fills the air and then I work my vibrator into my pussy while rubbing my clit.
“Take it. I know you can. Show me how much you want me,” he’d snarl in my ear before biting the lobe.
I moan and nod. I want every inch, and I’d take him on repeat. I dig the balls of my feet into my bed to fuck him harder, take him deeper. His hands would grab my ass, guiding me while he’d lick and suck my breasts, kiss me, lavish me with everything I need and want before redefining it all. Setting a new minimum that only he can jump over.
“Wade!” I moan into my pillow as I come apart, my pussy clenching around my vibrator as I pant and shudder.
I lick my lips. As pleased as I am, I know that he’d feel even better.
Chapter 4 - Wade
My goal is to spend time with Dan and make his second wedding magical, but he is so wrapped around his fiancée’s finger, he’s out cake tasting, verifying his suits, double checking things while leaving me with plenty to do. I’m working on dismantling a tree into perfect size seats for the outdoor wedding he has planned, swinging my ax again and again under the hot sun.
Which just so happens to leave me with Eleanor. She’s making flowers and trying to figure out where Clair wants things.
When I walk over to her, she pushes the water pitcher away from my hand, then pulls it closer to her again and again until she smirks at me.
“You’re not even going to say a word?” She teases. “You’re that ... thirsty?”
I want to say something about her wording since she’s the one who peeked into my window, but her playful smile, that warm inviting spark to her eyes ... it makes it hard to do anything but speak. “Be a good girl, Eleanor.”
Her eyes widen slightly and she raises the pitcher to pour me a glass. She tries to go back to making the flowers, but pricks her finger on a wire.
