Cabin Kisses Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
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She shrugs and starts looking at the damn wall again. “I have zero desire. None. And when we did, well you know, it was just painful. I just didn’t like it. I’ve never had an orgasm. He would get mad. I would feel bad. It’s just... not good.”

I stare at her, searching her face. I hear what she’s saying, and she’s saying it with such conviction I know she believes it. But I know she’s wrong. I could sit here and try to explain it to her, but she’s not going to believe me. No, I’m going to have to convince her.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask her.

She gasps, and her eyes snap to mine. “You want to kiss me... after all that, you want to kiss me?”

I nod. I keep a hold of her one arm, and my other hand trails up her arm, across her shoulder, and I wrap it around the base of her neck. “Can I kiss you?” I ask her again.

I know I told myself I’d wait, but I don’t want to put this off. She has this crazy notion in her head, and I know she’s wrong. She looks at my mouth, licks her lips, and then shrugs softly.

I smirk and shake my head. “That’s not how this works, honey. I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to kiss you.”

Her eyes darken, and sadness is plainly written on her face. “I don’t know if I want you to kiss me, Levi. If I let you kiss me, you’re just going to have physical proof of what I’m telling you.” She blinks as if she’s surprised by the confession. “And I hate you seeing me like that. Like I’m less than a woman.”

My hands automatically tighten on her, and I have to force myself to loosen my hold. “I’d never see you like that.”

She shrugs, disbelief plainly written on her face.

I lean in close. It would be so easy to move just a small inch closer and our lips would be touching. But I don’t do it. No, I need to hear her say it. I need to hear her ask me for it.

“Ask me.”

She blinks and then stares into my face. “Fine. Will you kiss me, Levi?”

I make myself wait to hear the whole sentence, but as soon as it’s out, I’m on her. She thinks she’s frigid, but I want to prove her wrong. I need to.

Our lips mesh, but she doesn’t move. She’s tense against me, and I know she’s scared. I pull back. “It’s okay. Relax. I’m just going to kiss you. I won’t push you for more.”

My thoughts from earlier are etched on my brain. I know she’s vulnerable, and I don’t need to push her, but I need her to doubt her ridiculous thoughts that she’s frigid. Just by the looks she gives me, I know she’s not.

She shakes her arms and moves her neck side to side, and I hold in my smile. She’s trying to decompress, and I’m not going to laugh about it. “Ready?” I ask her.

She’s holding her breath, but she nods.

When my lips are about to touch hers, I tell her, “Open your mouth for me. I want to taste you.”

Her lips part instantly, and I press my lips to hers. The kiss is soft and sweet, and I do my best to keep it that way. When she whimpers, I press harder, angle my head, and deepen the kiss. My tongue mates with hers, and whether she realizes it or not, she’s whimpering, and the needy sound is like music to my ears. I want to jump up and down on the couch, but I don’t. Probably because I don’t want this to end.

We kiss, and my hand slides to the front of her neck. I trace my finger across her collarbone and then down to the v of her cleavage. She’s practically vibrating against me. Just one touch, I tell myself. I move my hand over her breast and touch her there. Her nipple is peaked under my palm. She’s turned on, and when I squeeze, she gasps, pulling back.

“What? I mean, my God.” She moans.

She’s panting, breathing in and out, and I still haven’t moved my hand. My finger is tracing the puckered nipple as if to say, See, I knew you were wrong. You’re definitely not frigid.

She puts her hand over mine, and I stop my ministrations before I rest my forehead to hers. “Are you okay?”

She blinks, her eyes wide, staring back at me. “Yes. I’m okay, it’s just, I don’t know, it’s a fluke.”

I laugh then, because I can’t hold it back. “You think this is a fluke? This between you and me?”

She nods just as I shake my head. “It’s definitely not a fluke.”



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