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It only takes a couple of minutes for her soft breathing to turn into soft snores, and I keep her tucked tightly against me, pretending that I’ll never have to let her go.

Because the truth is that she’s going to leave, she has to. And, I’ll be here in the same place I’ve always been.

She brought life back to me, and now I’ll spend the rest of it suffocating without her.

I shift her onto the pillow and tuck her in under the blankets because my mind is too wired to sleep. Whenever that happens, I end up in the other room, drawing whatever it is that’s keeping me awake.

From the day she arrived, it’s been Jo. Before that, I would illustrate any encounter I had with the bears. Even after a lifetime of working with the animals, every glimpse is a sacred memory.

Now, she’s the gift I admire.

I’ve drawn the lines of her body before, but never with great detail. I drew what she gave me, and that was her smile and her twinkling eyes. Her curves in every dress she wore was my only guess at what was underneath, but my imagination never quite did her justice.

I didn’t dare mark lines on paper that weren’t authentically her. Now, I know the shape of her breasts and where each freckle lies, how the curve of her waist meets her full hips, and the area between her thighs intimately.

I can still taste her on my lips. Smell her on my fingers. Remnants of Frank’s blood still cover my arms, but I’m a sick man, and I don’t want to wash away the evidence ofher.

I draw until my head aches and the earlier events of the night catch up to me, ending with a sketch of the beautiful woman in my bed. I take it back into my room and lay it on my nightstand because if this is all I get to keep from my time with her, it’s staying close.

Chapter Forty-Three

Jo

I’m not surprised to see this particular ceiling when I open my eyes, or the light that’s streaming in through the window. I remember the exhaustion taking over and being held tightly in Lochlan’s arms.

However, I am surprised at the warm tingly sensation happening between my legs as my stomach muscles clench in response. The thick, dark hair of the man responsible is buried between my legs, but my eyes are drawn to the way his hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide.

His knuckles are still cracked and bloody from last night; the roughness is a startling contrast against my soft thighs, but the sight of it makes my insides burn even hotter.

A man so dangerous is making me float on a cloud of ecstasy as he eats me for breakfast. His tongue flicks over my clit and a soft moan escapes me, making his grip on me more brutal, pulling me in tighter.

Every noise I make stirs him, encouraging his worship. By the time I cum, my hips have completely left the mattress as he holds me firmly against his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumble, as his feast continues.

“I want another one,” he demands gruffly, sucking me into his mouth. It only takes a few seconds of his back-and-forth motion to make me cry out again.

“You’re so perfect, baby. You did so good,” he praises, making all the warmth go to my chest as he kisses his way up my body.

“Is it normal for me to be so horny even after cumming twice?” I ask, watching a pained expression take over his face.

He clears his throat. “Yeah. That can be normal,” he forces out roughly.

I push his shoulder until he’s lying back on the bed, and I climb on top of him.

“Jo…” He warns, but I cut him off.

“Don’t.”

He’s still wearing his jeans from last night, but my hands rest against his shirtless chest as I sit astride his stomach. His eyes cut to my bare pussy and where it hovers over him and I see his abdominals flex below me.

“I just want to lay on you,” I whisper, laying my chest across his until I can bury my head in his neck. My body is flush against his torso, and I can feel his shallow breathing pick up speed.

His hands palm my ass, holding me firmly atop of him. “If you’re testing me, just know I’m not doing well,” he rasps. I’m not even sure if he’s speaking to me.

“What?” I ask against his throat.

“Nothing.” He squeezes my butt harder, kneading it with his fingers.

“I can get off of you if you want me to.”

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