Page 13 of His Untamed Craving

Biting back a giddy grin, I give a slight nod. "I'd like that."

The barest hint of a smile ghosts across Wyatt's lips. "We'll figure something out... as long as I don't have to live in a van."

I shoot him a sly grin. "What, you don't think you could handle getting a little cozy with me?"

Wyatt chuckles, shaking his head. "I didn't say that. Just might need a bit more space after all this.” He gestures to the mountains around us.

In that moment, the late afternoon sunlight seems to blaze with renewed intensity, bathing us in a warm, fiery glow. I can't resist tipping my head back, letting the radiant warmth wash over me as my eyes slip shut.

"God, I could get used to views like this," I murmur, the ghost of a smile playing across my lips.

“Me too, Delgado.”

Then, before I can process what's happening, a calloused hand grasps my face, angling me toward him as his mouth crashes against mine. I melt against Wyatt’s solid frame, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt. His lips move against mine with an urgency bordering on desperation, like a man finally allowing himself to surrender to long-denied cravings.

I return the embrace with equal fervor, teeth grazing his lower lip. A low, guttural growl reverberates from deep in Wyatt's chest as he angles his head, deepening the kiss. His powerful hands span my waist, pulling me flush against him as the world seems to fall away around us.

I never want this moment to end.

But eventually, oxygen becomes a necessity. Wyatt's the first to pull away, dragging in a ragged breath as his forehead leans against mine. His eyes are dark, glazed with naked longing when our stares lock again.

"What are you doing to me?" he rasps, the words laced with frustration.

I let out a breathless laugh. "Nothing you're not doing to me, mountain man."

Wyatt huffs out a rueful chuckle. Then his mouth is on mine again, swallowing my laughter in another heated kiss.

Chapter 6

Daisy

As we trudge back into our secluded campsite, the last tendrils of sunset bleed across the jagged peaks towering above us. I let my pack slide from my shoulders with a satisfied groan, relishing the deep ache pulsing through every muscle.

"Don't tell me you're already worn out, Delgado."

I glance over to find Wyatt watching me with one of those infuriating smirks, already digging through his gear for the kindling box.

"Please, I could run circles around you right now, mountain man."

He arches one dark brow but says nothing, turning his focus to assembling the fire pit. I watch for a beat as he works, unable to tear my eyes away from the flex of those broad shoulders, the way his powerful forearms ripple with each measured movement.

An idea begins to take shape, one that sends a delicious tingle coursing through me. Biting my lip, I close the remaining distance between us and place a hand on his arm, stilling his work.

"Don't bother with that," I tell him.

Wyatt pauses, glancing up at me. "What do you mean? You planning on freezing your ass off out here?"

I can't help the smirk that curves my lips. "Not when I've got you to keep me warm."

His breath seems to catch for the barest moment before understanding flashes in his eyes. He stands and turns to me, looming close.

"What?" he asks. "You think I'm just going to offer my services again... for free?" But even as he objects, he reaches between us and hooks a finger in one of my belt loops, pulling me closer.

"Oh, don't worry," I reassure him, my hands coming up to rest against his chest. "I plan to earn them this time."

He leans down, his lips barely brushing mine. "How?" he whispers.

My fingers are already working at the buttons of his flannel. "Do you want me to tell you or show you?"

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