Page 73 of Montana Memory

Something in my chest cracked wide open. Maybe it was the certainty in his voice. Maybe it was the way he saidwe.Like I wasn’t alone in this anymore.

Somehow, against all logic, it made perfect sense. I rose onto my toes, slid my fingers into the back of his hair, and kissed him. It wasn’t tentative. It wasn’t careful. It was an answer.

When I pulled back, my voice was barely more than a whisper. “Take me home.”

He didn’t say a word as he fairly dragged me around the lodge out to the front. I would’ve thought he was angry if I didn’t know better.

I knew better.

I was glad he didn’t take us through the house. As kind as everyone had been, I didn’t want to talk to them right now. I only wanted Hunter.

The short drive to the cabin was made in silence, the tension strung out between us delicious and almost tangible.

Once we got into the cabin, Hunter didn’t hesitate. His mouth crashed against mine, swallowing whatever breath I had left. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was desperate, raw, like something inside him had finally snapped. Like he’d been holding back for too long and couldn’t anymore.

I felt the same way.

I gripped the front of his shirt, fisting the fabric, holding on like he was the only thing keeping me upright. Maybe he was. My knees were already weak, my body already shaking, my heart slamming into my ribs like it was trying to break free.

Hunter growled low in his throat, lifting me with an ease that made my stomach flip. My legs wrapped around his waist oninstinct, my back hitting the doorframe as he pressed me against it. The wood was cold, solid, but all I could feel washim.His hands sliding up my thighs, gripping tight. His mouth moving over mine, hot and demanding. His body, all muscle and heat, pinning me there, making me feel like running wasn’t even an option anymore.

I didn’t want to run.

I wantedthis.Him.

Somehow, we made it inside, stumbling through the dark, knocking into walls, the edge of a table. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. My sweater was gone, lost somewhere in the chaos. His shirt? Torn over his head, discarded before we even made it to the bedroom.

By the time we did, I was breathless, my skin burning, my fingers desperate as they worked at the buckle of his belt. He didn’t stop me. He didn’t slow down. He just kept touching, kissing,claimingme like I was something he was never going to let go of.

And God, I didn’t want him to.

We hit the mattress in a tangle of limbs, the air between us thick with heat, hunger, something bigger than either of us could name. I arched against him, my body aching for more, my pulse pounding in my ears as his mouth trailed lower, setting fire to every inch of skin he touched.

I let out a surprised gasp as he flipped me over and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I heard him slip on protection, then he bent over me, his breath warming the nape of my neck as his chest pressed against my back.

“No running. Do you understand me?” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

I nodded, my fingers clutching the sheets, knuckles white with anticipation. The solid warmth of him behind me sent shivers cascading down my spine.

I gasped as he slid inside me slowly, stretching me, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. An inch at a time, he eased in, driving us both insane. I tried to push back, get him to move faster, but he held my hips firm, moving at the speed he wanted. By the time he’d seated himself to the hilt, I was panting with my face against the mattress.

“Please.” I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for.

“Say it, out loud. No running.” His deep voice was in my ear again, and I could feel myself twitching around the hot length of him.

“No running.” I gasped. “No running.”

He straightened, hands gripping my hips once more, then pulled all the way out before slamming back into me. I couldn’t stop my sob at the mix between pleasure and beautiful pain. Then he did it again. Slowly all the way out, just to slam back into me.

And again.

“You’re mine.” He fisted my hair and held me in place as I arched back against him, stopping all movement. “Say it.”

“Please.” I couldn’t so much as even wiggle my hips, he held me so tightly. I could only submit to whatever he wanted to give.

“Say it, Jada.” His fingers tightened once more.

“Yours. I’m yours.” The words came out in a sob as he let himself go, driving into me over and over and over. All I could do was feel his power as he made me his.

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