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Two quick knocks signal her arrival. Like kerosene straight to my heart. I glance up from stoking the fire, watching as she slips into the cabin that’s been our meeting place for the last six months.
Dakota McGraw.
Resurrection’s golden girl.
And my personal goddamn kryptonite.
“Made you something,” she says, her voice a husky purr. She lifts a plate in the air.
“I don’t—”
“Eat sweets. I know.” A sassy eyebrow arch. “But you eat mine.”
Damn right I do. This cabin couldn’t be situated on a property more aptly named than Eden, because I can never resist her temptation.
With a victorious smile, she lifts the covering on the plate to reveal four cupcakes adorned with thick chocolate frosting. “Brown sugar vanilla cupcakes with chocolate ganache.”
I set the poker aside. “You do all that work to make that little thing?”
She laughs lightly. “Yeah, but you’ll never forget it, will you?”
“No,” I say, my eyes on her face. “I won’t.”
Dakota grins, desire evident in her expression as she sets her purse and the cupcakes on a small side table. The glow from the lantern illuminates the arch of her back, the curve of her ass, promptly turning my cock into a steel rod. Her long black hair swishes against her waist, and I stare. It’s hypnotic as hell.
Goddamn that hair. That body. This girl. This fucking girl who’s healed my wounds, my nightmares, this last year.
And tonight, it all ends.
Every second of today, I’ve been counting down to this moment.
Fuck, but I’m dreading it.
In two quick strides, I cross the room. I grab her waist and tug her to me. Untie her apron and let it flutter to the ground.
“Hey, Hotshot.” With an airy laugh, she launches herself into my arms. I grip her thighs and slide her warm body up mine, her long, lean legs wrapping around my waist.
“Hey, yourself.”
My fingertips trace their way up the curve of her ass. I barely get her mouth on mine before she’s pulling back, gasping, “How’s Charlie?”
“He choked down some dinner tonight, so not a total loss,” I say as I kick off my boots. The last thing I want to do is talk about my brother. My broken idiot brother.
Patching a man back together is easy. Watching my brother drown himself in a bottle of Jack has never been more painful.
Mouth on her neck, I back her up to the bed.
A laugh sparkles in her dark brown eyes. “Whatever happened to discipline?”
“Fuck discipline,”I growl, tightening my grip on her waist.
I’m a soldier. A man of rules. Secrets. But when it comes to Dakota McGraw, I’ve broken every single one of them.
“I’ve waited all day for this,” she whispers, her graceful fingers holding my face.
My entire goddamn life.
“Me too.” With that, I slam my mouth onto hers, my tongue tasting every inch of her sweet, sugar-spun mouth. We melt into the kiss, and it lights up the shadows inside of me, the wild, insatiable need for this woman.
