Page 66 of Knife to the Heart


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He made quick work of her clothes, then covered her with the blanket again before he stood to take off his shirt. A slight wind tousled his too-long hair. He didn’t shiver, but she did.

She’d appreciated Cannon’s naked chest before, but tonight, every indent and every cut of muscle shone under the rope lights strung through the wooden slats above. He didn’t look like a doctor who saved lives. He looked like a warrior.

This was Cannon Ford. Built by nature to protect and defend with that body. To strategize with that mind. The fact that he spent his days cooped up in a hospital for his sister’s sake made him that much sexier.

He shed the rest of his clothes. A playful smile crossed her face as he tossed his pants. They landed with a thud above her head. His grin widened as he slid under the blanket and nipped a chilly, hard nipple.

“Oh God.” His warm, wet lips shot a scorching, painful rush of pleasure down her belly. Snowflakes melted on her bare chest as she jerked her hips in the air. She kicked off the fleece and groaned as her clenched muscles begged for more.

“Hot?” He slipped his hand between her legs and positioned himself between her knees. Without waiting for an answer, he slid a finger inside. “Oh yeah, so hot.”

She arched against his hand. “Burning.”

“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you outdoors since the day we met.”

“Have you now?” She spread her knees wider and locked her ankles around his hips.

He reached above her head and fiddled with his discarded pants. “I’ve also been dreaming about you handcuffing me and taking me prisoner, but your talk about leaving changed my plans.”

Squeezing her ankles, she tried to muscle him into the only plan she entertained. “Cannon, please. I need you inside me.”

Bracing a hand next to her head, he pulled his hips back and dangled silver handcuffs in front of her eyes. A wicked grin lit his face. “Hands above your head, Snow Angel.”

She stiffened as desire jolted her belly. “Are you serious?”

“I swore I’d cuff you if you talked about leaving again.”

Panting, she licked her lips. “I said I’d stay.”

“Damn straight you will. Hands up.” His gaze hardened along with his voice when she hesitated. “Do it.”

Slowly, she obeyed, her body humming with anticipation as she watched his jaw tighten with each inch she surrendered to his command.

“Good girl.” He leaned over and stretched her arms until her elbows locked.

Her back arched off the ground. Her pussy pulsed with the click of the cuffs. A yelp escaped her lips as he tugged her arms up even farther and secured her to the table.

Sitting back, his legs straddling her, he admired her with dark eyes. “God, you make a gorgeous captive. All mine until I let you go.”

She didn’t feel the wind pick up as he sank into her heat. How could she, consumed by the heavenly fire that seared her from the inside out? Especially inside as he claimed her mouth androcked his hips, each stroke of his tongue and cock harder than the one before.

This felt right. The cold air. His rough takeover of her body and senses. The cuffs that heightened her need to touch him. So right that she never wanted him to release her from the bonds that bound her to his house.

To Red Snow.

To him.

Rising to meet his strong, slow thrusts, she moaned her appreciation for this wild mountain man, for nature, and for the God who’d created them.

He broke the kiss and pulled out, the tip of his cock teasing. The cuffs clanged against the leg of the table as she tried to reach for him. She wanted, needed him so deep inside of her she couldn’t think. Burned to hold him so tight they’d never come unglued, yet the thrill of being at his mercy, of granting him her trust, awakened a desire to submit she hadn’t known existed.

“Cannon.” She needed him to take her and take her hard. To finish this lesson in submission, not just to him, but to this blissful state where nothing or nobody could touch her except the warrior holding her captive.

The scream that sprang from her lips as he answered her plea rang so loud the patients at the hospital probably heard it. “You feel so, so good.”

“That’s because we’re great together. Outside. Inside. It doesn’t matter where.”

He clamped his hand around her thigh and shoved forward. His balls jumped against her skin as he reared back and did it again.

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