Mountain Man: A Contemporary Romance (Contemporary Standalone Romances Book 3) by H.P. Mallory

Author:H.P. Mallory [Mallory, H.P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Delilah

I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as soon as I told William I loved him. It wasn’t that it was a lie—it was the absolute truth—but that didn’t mean that he was ready to hear it or that he wanted to. In fact, I was fairly sure I’d just made a huge mistake.

After William orgasmed inside of me, he pulled out and rolled away from me, neither of us saying anything as we both caught our breath. I watched him stand up and put on his boxer shorts as he stood by the front door. Yes, I was still panting and still completely awestruck by everything we’d just done. Sex with William was the most exhilarating, amazing, exciting thing I’d ever experienced. He was just so untamed, naughty, and dominant that I found myself ravenously wanting more even though we’d just finished. Yes, there had been a moment of pain when he’d taken my virginity with his fingers, but it hadn’t in any way affected how much I enjoyed our “lovemaking”, even if that wasn’t what William wanted to term it.

“William?” I asked timidly, once the silence between us became unbearably oppressive.

He glanced over at me, breaking his gaze which had been locked on the floor. His eyes were deep pools of conflict, and I could see a battle beginning to brew within their depths. I was suddenly terrified that he was going to end things right here and now.

“I took something from you that wasn’t mine to take,” he started as he faced me with a stern expression that almost bordered on angry. But I knew him well enough by now to know that if he was angry, he was angry with himself.

“I wanted you to be my first, William, and my last,” I said, my voice catching in my throat. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do if he told me we’d made a mistake, and he didn’t want to see me again. I honestly had no idea if I’d become irate, or if I’d break down in tears. Maybe both.

“What you gave me is something I will cherish forever,” he responded while I felt my stomach drop down to my toes. There was just so much finalization in his statement—it was something you said to someone you weren’t planning on seeing again, something you said before goodbye. If felt like eons went by as I waited for him to continue, to say something else, but he remained silent. And then I decided I didn’t want to be left hanging, wondering what was going on in his head. Instead, I decided to tackle whatever ugliness was looming, threatening.

“You’ll cherish what happened between us, but you don’t want to see me again?” I phrased the sentence as a question, but it was more of a comment, more of a fact. Tears started to prick the backs of my eyes. But they weren’t tears of anger. No, I wasn’t at that point yet.

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