The grumpy mountain man who’s done everything in his power since I burst into his cabin, to push me out. To push me away.
And now…he’s pulling meclose.
And my body is melting into his.
Automatically, my hands come up to press against his solid wall of chest muscle. I can feel every bit of strength and restraint he’s wound up tight with. It should scare me and have me quickly changing my mind.
Instead, I lean in, letting my hands slide over the fabric of his shirt.
Because I’ve wanted this.
Maybe not just like this. Not in the middle of an argument where he’s been backed into a corner, and feeling like he needs to takecareof me or do me afavour.
But the moment his mouth met mine, none of that mattered anymore.
I’ll take him in any way he’ll give himself to me because this feels real in a way that nothing has for way too long.
A soft sound slips from my throat. His thumb moves against my cheek. I part my lips on instinct.
It’s not like I’ve never been kissed before. But I’ve never been kissed likethis.And with the promise of everything else to come.
The kiss deepens. It’s still controlled, but more demanding now, a little less careful.
My pulse races, and hot heat rushes between my legs.
Oh yes.
Heat pools low in my belly, my breathing coming shallow now. I can feel the exact moment that whatever is left of my uncertainty turns to want. Suddenly, I’m no longer thinking about the consequences of what this could mean.
All I can think of now is the way his mouth feels, the solid press of his hips, pushing me against the door. The thick outline of his hard cock making itself known against my belly. The way his hands feel on me.
He lifts his head just enough to meet my eyes. “Last chance, Lilly.” His voice is rough, only barely controlled. “Say the?—”
“Don’t stop.”
His nostrils flare, but instead of kissing me again, he traces one finger down my cheek before outlining my lips. “Okay,” he says slowly. “We’re going to do this, Lilly.” My breath hitches. “I’m going to take care of you.” My stomach flips. “Understand?”
I nod even if I don’t understand. Not completely. But his words are so confident. So sure that there’s no room for me to feel anything else but total certainty.
“Yes,” I whisper.
A brief, almost imperceptible shiftcrosses his expression. Then his mouth brushes against mine again.
A flood of heat pools between my legs before he bends and lifts me as if I weigh nothing. One arm under my knee, the other behind my back, I let out a surprised sound as he pulls me tight into his arms.
“I’ve got you.”
I believe him.
His hold is solid and careful, like he’s carrying a precious package and not the woman who more or less backed him into a corner in order to convince him to take her virginity.
He walks through the cabin, down the hall to a room I haven’t been in yet.
His bedroom.
It’s bigger than mine. A king sized bed in the middle of the space, a few matching pieces of furniture, and an overstuffed chair by the window. Beyond that, there aren’t any decorations or personal effects. The only clue that it’s Luke’s room, besides the massive bed, is the flannel shirt tossed over the back of the chair in the corner.
I don’t have much time to think about it as he lowers me onto the mattress.
