Toned abs that are rock hard, thighs that are so big and covered in that masculine amount of hair that is like a signal to the female brain of how much testosterone he is packing. And a cock that I now know is just what my body desires. Long, not too thick, hard as hell, and experienced at wringing sensations out of me that had me seeing stars, literally, and that made me almost pass out.

But his exquisite body is not what is pulling me to stay. It’s his face.

I don’t know if I have truly looked at him before now.

Lust has clouded my vision of the man that is hiding behind the scowl.

His strong clean-shaven jawline looks so different when his teeth are clenched and he is arguing with me. The muscles on his face are softer now, and his lips look like the plumpest red plum that I just want to sink my teeth into. But it’s his eyes that have me trapped, and I can’t look away. There is a gentleness to him that I don’t know if I have seen before. Even with his dirty talk, which I must say I’m definitely here for, he still looks at me like he wants to wrap me in his arms and just take a moment to enjoy that feeling.

I wish I could give that to him, but I just can’t, and explaining why is too hard.

He has broken his own rules to give me a night away from my life, knowing I can’t give him what he wants in return, so the least I can do is give him the whole night like he asks.

I flop back down onto the bed, but I can’t let him know the truth of how I feel, so I revert to my method of coping in life—banter.

“What if I prefer reverse cowgirl?” I suggest, smiling to myself as he sits up and looks down on me.

“You can be any type of cowgirl you like because we will try them all. And I promise you one thing. The moment you slide down on my cock from above me, I will give you more than an eight-second bull ride like the professionals do. So, hold on tight, baby, tonight’s about to be the best ride of your life.”

And he wasn’t kidding.

Three hours later, I pleaded with him to take me back to my bed so I could sleep. And as sad as he looked, I let him carry me back there and tuck me in, because I was so tired, I doubt I could have walked the few steps between our rooms.

Forrest then leaned down and kissed me ever so softly on my lips that I almost asked him to stay with me, but as quick as the thought rushed through my head it was gone, and I was glad.