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Say it.
The words left my lips before I could stop them.
“That was before I fell in love with you, Denver.”
Time stopped.
The sounds of the forest quieted as I focused on man before me, the man who, only weeks ago, was just another payday to me. The man who scolded me and sent me away. The man who came for me in the rain. The man who held me to keep me, his enemy, warm. The man who was a killer and slept soundly at night. The man who saved me. The man who chased me. The man who scared me. The man who sheltered me. The man who fed me. The man who pleasured me. The man who called me Enchantress. The man who made mefeel.
The man who showed me that life could be beautiful. I just had to live it.
I studied his profile, saving each detail to my memory, so someday I would have something to look back on. Something to remind myself of what it felt like tolive.
His beard was a little longer now, thick and black, but it failed to hide his strong jaw. His tanned skin looked even warmer as the flames danced against it. His messy dark hair was poking out from under his hat, and my fingers itched to run through it. The bridge of his nose was crooked from a break he had yet to tell me about, but I hoped that someday, he would.
I hoped he would share everything with me.
It felt like hours had passed when he finally looked back down at me. I sucked in a quiet breath as his smoke reached out, surrounding me in a familiar embrace, much like the first time I saw him. His lips were set into a small frown and his dark brows were slightly furrowed.
“You love me?” His question was filled with disbelief, proving to me that he didn’t think he was worthy of love.
He was worthy of everything, and I would gladly spend the rest of my life proving that to him.
I nodded as I rasped, “Yes, Smoke. I love you so much.”
My cowboy moved then. In a flash, his lips were on mine again, and his rough, large hands were in my hair. Our lips worked against one another for a moment before he shoved his tongue between mine, demanding access. I granted it with a loud whimper. One of his hands left my hair to drop down to my behind, where he grabbed a handful and pulled my body flush against his. My hands slid under his Carhart and up around his shoulders.
Denver yanked my head back with a vicious tug of my hair, breaking our kiss. The gray of his eyes was barely visible now. His dark, wild, dilated eyes scanned my face, lingering on my lips. “Do you know what it takes to love a man like me?”
Before I could utter a word, he was on me again, kissing me as he backed us up to the fire. His hands pulled my shirt up and over my head as I pushed his jacket off. Piece by piece, we shredded our clothes, desperate for connection as thick need spread between us. I was on my back, the cool grass beneath me, sending shivers down my body. Denver stood above me, his massive chest heaving as he fisted his cock.
He was fucking glorious. Dark hair dusted his chest and abs, trailing down to a mass of dark hair that surrounded the base of his cock. His thick legs were corded with muscles, just like his arms. Locks of his hair were hanging down, close to those smoke gray eyes I loved so much.
My gaze dropped down to his cock, the tip of it leaking already. I wanted that. I moved, needing to taste it, but his harsh command stopped me. “Don’t move.”
I licked my lips and looked up at him. “I want to taste you,” I begged, my nipples hardening at the thought of him in my mouth. The thought of him losing control.
A dark chuckle left him, and he pulled his hand away. “Alright, Val. Come taste my cock.” I scrambled up to my knees. He came to me, and before I could touch him, he fisted my hair, yanking my head back again.
“Gonna fuck your throat first, then your cunt, Enchantress. Hands behind your back.” I did as he demanded, keeping my eyes on him. “Open.”
I opened my mouth for him, my core getting wetter by the second. He wasn’t going to be gentle with me. We both knew this. I didn’t want gentle.
I wanted unhinged.
I wanted passion.
I wanted to scream for him.
I wanted to choke on his cock as he lost control.
Just as I expected, he shoved my head down and thrusted into my mouth. He didn’t go far, though.
“Suck,” he ground out, his teeth bared.
I closed my mouth around him, my tongue underneath his shaft as I sucked. A harsh, guttural groan left him as I began to work his length, moving my head back and forth, his hand guiding me. He didn’t thrust again, just watched with a slack jaw. A drop of him landed against my tongue, and I moaned at the salty taste. His hand tightened in my hair as his head fell back.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, moving my head faster, back and forth. There were still inches of him left untouched. He told me to keep my hands behind my back, but I ached to touch him.
