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She felt him take a breath too, his face tucked into her hair, inhaling her scent like a drug.
She sat like that for a while, eyes closed, simply savoring.
It felt as if she’d come home for the first time in her restless, wandering life.
Wordlessly, she swung off her bike and grabbed his hand as he dismounted too. She pulled him behind her into the cabin and kicked the door shut, immediately turning to pin him against it, hands braced on either side of his Goliath-wide shoulders against the heavy wood.
Their bodies almost, but not quite, touched. She could count every breath he took by the hypnotic movement of his chest a whisper’s breadth away from hers.
“Hey stranger,” she murmured as her eyes locked on his full, wide mouth, conveniently eye-level with her, framed by a beard that looked both wiry and soft.
Still, he didn’t speak, simply letting her look her fill. Letting her breathe him in.
But his big hands came to rest on her hips, then slowly, lightly, traveled up to span her ribs, his thumbs brushing barely-there caresses on the underside of her breasts through her top.
Good thing she didn’t bother to wear a bra. Because his hands rose higher to cup her fully, gently squeezing the soft, aching mounds, his thumbs now teasing her nipples into hard, needy buds.
“I’ve been looking for you,” she whispered.
It was a pickup line, and it wasn’t. She meant every word to the depths of her soul. But she only realized the truth once she said it.
She’d been searching for him all this time. All her lives.
And now, he was finally here. With her.
Unable to withstand it any longer, she pushed up on tiptoe to take his mouth, just as he leaned down to take hers.
Ah, heaven!
That was what he tasted like. Ambrosia from the gods.
Dark, passionate, carnal and sweet. A treasure trove of lost memories and barely-begun fantasies. She had an endless store of them. He was every wish she’d ever made come true in the flesh.
How she wanted him!
She moaned deep in her belly when he pushed his demanding tongue inside, staking his claim. She slanted her mouth to give them both better access, claiming him right back.
It was madness, the explosive need and raw passion between them. She hadn’t even turned on the heat in the frigid cabin, and she was already starting to sweat.
Clothes. Clothes were evil and in the way.
She had to tear them off. She needed to be skin to skin more than she needed her next breath.
She spun them around and walked him backwards toward the bedroom, mouths still locked, tongues still dueling.
Despite being about twice her weight in solid bones and muscle, he moved according to her desire. He let her take the lead. If not for his own will, she never would have been able to budge him.
As soon as the back of his knees met the edge of her bed, she gave a forceful shove that told him she meant business. He sprawled back onto his elbows and forearms on top of her thick comforter, eyes fierce, thighs open.
Inviting.
Beseeching.
Showing her without words that he wanted her just as badly.
She tore off her clothes in record time, holding his hot gaze, tossing her boots with resounding thuds into stray corners of the room.
He undressed efficiently too, and she was ever so pleased to find that he’d gone commando, licking her lips as soon as he pulled the zipper down to reveal that thick, throbbing stalk of mighty meat.
