Welcome to Cape Falls, a town with old-fashioned values.
Peter has been in love with the same woman for over a decade, but he could never have her. He has loved her for so long that he can’t imagine loving anyone else in his life. In his troubles, his one piece of heaven is going to the library and seeing Rose.
Rose knows all about Peter and his love for another woman. No matter how hard she tries, she cannot stop her feelings for him. Peter is the first man to make her feel alive, but her family is determined for her to be with someone else.
When Peter discovers the abuse Rose is being put through, he sees red. Taking her away from her family, he is determined to make her his.
It’s time to move on, but Peter is not the only one who needs to look toward the future. Cape Falls itself is about to be hit by an event that will leave them no choice but to move on.
Cape Falls is an old-fashioned town, and the past needs to be put to bed.
Reaching out, he pushed some of her hair off her face, stroking her cheek with his knuckles.
“What about me?” he asked. “Did you like my kiss?”
She nodded. “Yes, I loved your kiss. I like it when you touch me.”
He tilted her head back and leaned forward. “Do you want me to kiss you now?” he asked.
“Yes.” Her voice was so soft like a whisper.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
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Was this really happening? Rose watched his head move, and seconds later his mouth was on hers. At first the caress of his lips was light, and then something changed. His hands sank into her hair, fisting the strands. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy grew wet with need. She ached all over, and a fire was burning bright.
The kiss Peter had given her in the library had been the only thing to keep her stable throughout it all. She was weak where it came to him, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. He tilted her head back, exposing her neck, and he plunged his tongue inside her mouth.
She moaned, meeting his tongue with her own. Her heart pounded inside her chest so hard that she thought it was going to crash out of her chest.
He pressed her against the kitchen counter, holding her in place with his hands in her hair. Rose met his strokes and wished she knew what she was doing.
“Please,” she said, moaning. Peter broke the contact to press kisses down her neck. He sucked on her exposed neck. The night shirt she wore was too big and had fallen down one arm.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
She’d never thought herself as beautiful before. In Peter’s arms, she felt it.
“Peter.” His name came out as a groan. Nibbling her lip she gasped when he pushed her nightshirt down exposing one of her breasts.
Refusing him was out of the question. She was so turned on, and she would do everything he asked.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said.
“Please, don’t stop.” She lifted her hands up touching his arms. In all the time they’d known each other they’d never really been together intimately. She couldn’t recall really touching him.
“This isn’t right,” he said. Peter still held her arms, and her breast was still exposed. His gaze went from her breast to her eyes then back again. She saw the fight he was having.
“This is so right. I’m not afraid with you, Peter. Please, I want you to be my first,” she said.
