it.”
“I know enough to make it sound that way.”
Ketah shrugged off his backpack and took out a bottle of water. He drank from it. Haven found her gaze drawn to his throat and watched the muscles there work as he swallowed. Finding they both had a common interest had her softening toward him. She wasn’t going to lie to herself and say she wasn’t extremely attracted to Ketah. The thing was she didn’t know if she could trust him.
After they’d both had something to drink, Haven started them walking again. As the day wore on and they came closer to their second stop to have lunch, her resolve to keep Ketah at arm’s length weakened. The more they talked and she got to know him, the more he seemed like a really nice guy. He didn’t come across as phony, as her father did.
Once they reached the second rest place, Haven took the rolled-up blanket that was tied to the bottom of her backpack and spread it out on the ice for them to sit on. Ketah sat beside her and unzipped his light jacket a bit, exposing more of the bronzed skin at his throat. She had the almost overwhelming need to lean closer and lick him there, to taste him and see if his pulse raced as much as hers did.
Her long-denied body had decided it more than liked having Ketah close. Haven couldn’t really blame it, though. She’d yet to find any fault when it came to his looks. He had the kind of face any woman would fight over, and his body was killer with all those muscles padding it in the right places. It brought to mind how up close and personal she’d gotten to them the day prior. Then there had been that kiss.
Haven hadn’t realized her gaze had fallen to Ketah’s lips and locked there until a sound like a soft animalistic growl left him. She focused on where his eyes would be under the dark glasses he wore. It sort of bothered her that she couldn’t see them through the lenses.
They ate in silence, which suited Haven. She was too busy fighting an inner battle to make small talk. Her attraction to Ketah was slowly winning against her resolve to not become involved with him. What if it was a mistake to turn him down? What if he was the one she could have a real lasting relationship with? So far she hadn’t seen any signs of Ketah being full of himself or him trying to manipulate her with his good looks.
She then pictured what it would be like if she let her guard down all the way and allowed Ketah into her life. How it would feel to have him all for herself, to make love to whenever she wanted, to have the right to touch him when the mood struck her. And what it would be like to have him look at her as if she were the only woman in the world for him. Deep down inside, that was what Haven longed for, to have a man she could trust implicitly. One she would never have to worry about leaving her.
She pictured Ketah as that man and her body came to life. Haven’s thoughts strayed to the more sexual side of things as she imagined having all six-foot-plus of him spread out on her bed and at her mercy. Haven would strip away his clothes that kept his hard body hidden and learn it with her hands followed by her lips and tongue. Then she’d impale herself on his hard cock and ride him until they both had intense orgasms.
Haven shifted as an ache built inside her pussy and wetness pooled between her legs. She looked up to see if Ketah had noticed her restlessness, then had to swallow when she saw he seemed to stare right at her. Still unable to see his eyes, she couldn’t tell what he thought, but she sensed he was completely focused on her.
Her heart beat faster as he leaned in and tentatively swept his lips across hers as if he was afraid she’d push him away. As the first time he’d kissed her, Haven found herself unable to do that. She allowed him to take her mouth and even opened for him when his tongue sought entrance.
She knew if she let him continue there would be no way she could tell him she wasn’t interested in seeing him