Free Haven's Choice by Tarah Knight Page B

more gave her a quick look.
    Several hours later they pull up at a mountain cabin. It was nestled deep in the pine forest. The small structure looked almost like it had been birth from the mountain itself. Made of logs that appeared to be hand cut and fastened together by old-fashioned pegs the cabin was sitting on a granite foundation that had to be cut from the surrounding cliffs. Haven smiled then sighed in relief at the peace the cabin seemed to be offering. She quickly opened the door of the car and stepped out breathing deep of the cool mountain air. It was so much fresher than the stifling hot air of south Texas. She looked to the east and could see the sky was starting to turn a pale shade pink and she knew daylight was upon them. “Its beautiful up here.” Deacon smiled slightly as he gathered up her bags.
    “Thank you, I have owned this land since before the pilgrims arrived here.” That made Haven s top in her tracks. She knew Deacon was old, but that seriously brought it home for her.
    “Good Lord, Deacon, the things you must have witness in your lifetime! I must seem like an infant to you.” He dropped her bags by her feet then reached and tilted her face upward, his eyes searching her face. He put her hand on his chest over his thundering heart. “No, infant could make me ache the way that you do Haven. I want to know everything you think or feel. I want to know your favorite color and the color you hate. I want to know what makes you smile or frown. I want to know your favorite memory and your deepest heartache. I want to know your favorite flower, favorite perfume, the darkest secret you’ve never revealed to anyone. I want to know what makes you catch your breath or brings a tear to your eye. But more than all of that I want to know the look on your face when you look upon the man that you love, and I pray that you are looking at me when I see it.” Haven trembled as he brushed his thumb over her sensitive bottom lip, sending tingles all the way through her body she could feel the pull of the bond screaming at her to lean forward to capture his lips with her own and kiss that frown right off of them. She knew without a doubt that Deacon felt it too, his breathing had turned ragged as her own and his eyes had started to glow. He leaned down placing feather light kisses on her forehead, her cheek before he slowly made his way to her left ear where he whispered something gruffly to her in his native tongue. Then he picked up her bags and walked into the cabin.
    Haven let out a trembling breath as she leaned back against the car. Her knees were now too weak to support her. She was shaking in need from head to toe with a slow burn erupting low in her tummy, and the man had barely touched her! “Oh damn them to hell, these fated bonds!” She whispered before she followed Deacon into the cabin thankful she had thought to pack plenty of panties!

 
    ~Chapter Seven ~
     
    The interior of the cabin was as charming and rustic as the outside. A large stone fireplace was center stage in the one room structure.  Off to the left of the fireplace was a massive copper tub that clearly was for bathing. With no walls to separate it from the rest of the room she felt herself turn pink at the idea of bathing in front of Deacon, she had a feeling she wouldn’t end up in it alone. She glanced at him and sure enough he was already picturing her in the tub. She felt the burn start up in her tummy again. He quickly turned his head and went back outside to get the rest of their bags. After he had brought them all in Haven noticed he had one medium sized bag to her four large bags. She looked up meeting his amused gaze. “One thing that hasn’t changed in seven hundred years is the amount of stuff women need.” He placed all of her bags on the bed, on the only bed in the corner of the room.
    “Um , Deacon, I couldn’t help but notice that there is only one bed. I don’t think that sleeping together in the literal