Her blue orbs swirled with uncertainty. That was good. She should be uncertain.

“I don’t know what you’re going to do.”

“Oh, I’m going to bury myself inside your perfect pussy.”

She sucked in a breath as her eyes opened wider.

“And I’m not going to stop until we both come over and over.”

As if the temperature had dropped, Julia began to tremble. I ran my finger down her cheek, to her neck, watching her pulsating carotid. I lowered my lips and kissed her neck, going lower and lower until I reached the top of her blouse. “I’m going to suck your nipples until they’re hard as diamonds. I’m going to taste your sweet essence and dine on your juices.”

“Van...”

I placed my finger on her lips. “Now, don’t make me repeat myself. Strip for me.”

She nodded as she looked around. “Everything is so open.”

“And there isn’t another person for miles. No one will see you or hear you scream as you come.”

Her fingers slowly undid each button behind her neck. With her gaze fixed on mine, she lifted the blouse, exposing the lace bra beneath. Next, she unbuckled the skinny belt before undoing two buttons and the zipper to her slacks. Letting go of the waist, the slacks fell to the floor in a black puddle.

Beautiful blue eyes stayed fixed on me, staring up through her veiled lashes as she unclasped the bra.

I had plans for her perfect breasts; however, it was obvious by her reddened areolas and beaded nipples that she was already on her way. Next, she snagged the waist of the lace panties and pushed them to her ankles, stepping away from the pile of her clothing.

“Turn around slowly.”

Julia was perfection, as if a master sculptor had created exactly what God intended.

Finders keepers.

I dropped the flannel shirt and pulled the thermal one over my head. I’d removed my boots earlier, making it too easy to unbuckle my belt and quickly lose my jeans to the floor. Still wearing my silk boxers straining to contain my erection, I offered Julia my hand. Her energy flowed through our touch as I walked her to the rug before the fireplace. I didn’t say a word as she sat on the soft rug and lay back, lifting her arms over her head.

She was a fucking angel come to earth.

I didn’t deserve her.

The calls I’d received warning me against marriage were right. The calls came from people who knew me. Julia didn’t know me and yet here she was laid out, a beautiful vivacious gift that I would never tire of nor return.