Page 18 of Finally Home

Before she could turn and ask him what had set him off this time, his hands tangled in her hair at the base of her neck. He spun her to face him and crashed his lips against hers with bruising force.

Shock gripped her for a split second before he inhaled the moan that fell from her lips.

God he felt good.

So. Damn. Good.

It was like coming home. As if their lips were meant to be connected.

Her body warred with her mind, and she pulled away, searching West’s emerald depths for any indication of his motives. “What are you doing, West?” Her words were breathy and filled with confusion.

“What I’ve wanted to do for fifteen years.” His lips brushed over hers, sending a shiver straight through her. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to push you away. Don’t want to lose you again.” His breaths were as chaotic as his spoken thoughts. “Tell me you want this, too, Red. Please tell me you want this.”

“I do.” Cami paused. What she said next would set the tone for the rest of their time together. “But, West, I want more than just to fuck you. We aren’t done talking. You need to let me in.”

“Later.”

She nodded, and that was all the encouragement he needed for his lips to encompass hers once more. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. She opened for him, and his hot tongue wasted no time delving forcefully into her, curling around hers.

It was her turn to groan. All the pent-up sexual tension she’d been suppressing attacked her lower gut, warming her from the inside out. She pressed herself against him, her need for connection only intensified by the hardness of his growing erection pressing at her belly. His hands trailed down her body, brushing against her breasts and caressing her hips until they cupped her ass. He gave it a tight squeeze before effortlessly lifting her. She wrapped her legs around him, and he carried her toward the cabin, never halting his assault on her mouth.

West swiftly flicked open the slider to the cabin, carrying her over the threshold. Allowing Bear in behind them, he closed the slider and smiled against her lips. “You’re mine now.”

Drunk bees took flight in her stomach. She’d waited years to hear him say those words again, and now that he had, she was nervous as hell. It’d been fifteen years, after all. She wasn’t exactly the same woman she’d been before.

West stopped in front of the woodstove and dropped to his knees. Breaking their kiss, he peeled off her jacket and laid her back onto the soft fur rug in one swift movement.

Her breath came out in pants, and she looked up at him.

“Fuck you’re beautiful, Red. And that’s with your clothes still on. I can’t wait to see you before me in absolutely nothing.”

Her breath hitched. The desire she saw in his eyes dissipated her nerves and fueled her inner sex kitten.

West fingered her flannel and began unbuttoning. His fingers teased the flesh of her abdomen as he worked his way upward.

Opening each button with soft strokes of his fingertips, he told her exactly what he was going to do to her.

“I’m going to kiss every ounce of your perfect flesh.” Button. “Caress every luscious curve.” Button. “Torture your beautiful nipples the way you like.” Button. “Taste your pretty pink pussy.” Button. “And, finally, when you think you couldn’t possibly experience any more pleasure, I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name, reminding you who your body belongs to.”

Her mouth was dry. It could’ve been because it dropped open, hanging on West’s every word. Or it could be because she was speechless. Maybe both. All she could do was nod, wanting to beg him to follow through on his promises.

When he finished unbuttoning, he expertly flicked the clasp of her front-closure bra, and her breasts spilled out before him. West inhaled sharply and sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, and her nipples instantly peaked at the silent promise they would soon, too, be sucked between them.

Slowly he trailed his fingers up her abdomen, traced her collar bone, and slid her flannel and bra down her arms.

Her back arched, and a soft moan escaped her.

Missing his touch, she lazily looked up at him and, for the first time, realized she was far less clothed than him.

“It’s only fair you lose the flannel too.”

His smile, the way he licked his top row of white teeth, had her coming undone. “I’ve never played fair, Red.”

“Please don’t deprive me, West.” A moment ago she was screaming in his face; now she was begging him.

“I’d never want to do such a thing.”

West tugged off his flannel, and Cami sucked in her bottom lip, suppressing a moan. Her eyes roamed every inch of his now-bare torso—his perfectly formed pecs, the flawlessly formed V-shaped muscles that dipped below his low-hung jeans, which did little to conceal his erection. He was a damn snack, and she couldn’t wait to get another taste.

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