“Oh, I think I do.” Her hand slides from my neck, her fingers trailing down my chest, igniting a trail of fire. “Because you’re doing it to me too, Edward.”
Her words shatter the last threads of my self-control.
The world outside, the roaring storm, the distant ghosts… they all fade into insignificance.
There is only Penny.
I scoop her up into my arms, aware of the sudden, sharp ache in my back. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, her breath hot against my ear.
“Take me to your bed, Edward,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire. “Show me what you’re really afraid of.”
I carry her towards the bedroom, towards the promise of forbidden warmth, towards a terrifying, exhilarating future I never thought I’d experience again.
The storm howls outside, but inside, a different kind of storm is just beginning.
Chapter 6
Penny
The cabin suddenly hums with a vibrant energy, fueled by our unspoken desires.
I didn't plan this. I never evenimaginedit.
But now, I'm being carried by Edward into his bedroom, completely ready to be claimed by his beautiful soul.
His arms are steel bands around me, his body a solid, reassuring warmth against mine.
My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling me even closer, as I bury my face in the curve of his neck.
"Fuck, Penny," he grunts as I pepper kisses to his throat.
His heavy, rushed steps carry us through the flickering firelight, past the small living area, and into the shadowy doorway of his bedroom.
He kicks the door open wide, but doesn’t flip a switch, doesn’t even light a lamp. He just moves with urgent strides towards the edge of the bed. It's a large, rustic frame fitted with a thickmattress. It simple, but still somehow manages to look inviting and impossibly vast.
It’s exactly what I need right now.
Edward lowers me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, a silent question passing between us as my heart hammers against my ribs. My feet touch the floor, but he doesn’t release me from those big, strong arms.
“Penny,” he rasps, his voice a low growl, thick with pure emotion. The sound sends a delicious tremor through me.
His hands linger on my hips, his thumbs tracing the curve of my waist.
I lean back, tilting my head to meet his intense gaze. His blue eyes, usually so guarded, are now dark with desire, reflecting a hunger that mirrors my own.
"Edward," I whisper in return, my voice husky and breathless.
"I can't believe I'm doing this. You're going to be the death of me," he murmurs, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. His breath is warm against my lips, and I have to resist the urge to close the tiny distance between us.
"Well," I say, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw, "at least now you'll die happy."
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, the sound vibrating through me in the most delicious way. "You're trouble, Penny Kaye. Whatever did I do to deserve this storm."
"I'm the very best kind of trouble," I agree with a grin that probably looks far too pleased with myself. "And you deserve as much happiness as any other person."
His hands slide from my hips, trailing up my sides, under my sweater, igniting a trail of fire in their wake. My breath catches as his calloused thumbs brush against the lace of my bra, sending an unexpected jolt through me.
He pulls my sweater up and over my head. I lift my arms, helping him, the movement feeling impossibly erotic.
