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I so wanted to be more.

His hands gripped my thighs, dragging me to the very edge of the counter, and then his mouth was everywhere. He kissed down my neck, open-mouthed and rough, scraping his teeth along my pulse before dragging his tongue across the same spot. His beard left a trail of want in its wake as he brushed across my skin.

I arched into him, shamelessly, gasping when his fingers slipped under the hem of my night shirt. If I’d known my trip would have included this, I would have packed sexier stuff. The delicious thought roared through me that it didn’t matter. That it would soon be discarded. Why? Because his palms, big and calloused, were already pushing the shirt up over my breasts. He cupped them, kneading the abundant flesh. And for the very first time, I was glad of my curves because, hell, he seemed to like them a lot.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he muttered seconds before lowering his mouth and taking a nipple inside. I grasped his hair with my fingers, moaning as he worked my body. He flattened my nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, sucking hard. He plucked the other one, firm and intense, pulling and squeezing.

And then, he was touching me between my legs. I cried out, not knowing how to handle all these sensations at once.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he felt the soaked cotton. “You’re already so wet for me.”

Heat flooded my face. “I—”

“Don’t you dare be embarrassed,” he said, voice rough with want. “You think I don’t know what this means? How much you want this?”

I looked up at him, trembling—from nerves and need and the weight of the way he was looking at me. Like he was about to take me apart and put me back together exactly how I was meant to be.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he said. “All flushed and wanting, practically shaking for me.”

Heat curled low in my belly, my hips tilting toward him without conscious thought.

He leaned down, brushing his mouth over mine, slow and deliberate. “Tell me what you want.”

Again that thread of command that went straight through me. “You,” I breathed. “I want you.”

He kissed me again, all tongue and teeth and hot possession.

“Then you’re going to get me,” he promised against my mouth. “All of me.”

And as he lifted me from the counter, carrying me to his bedroom, I realized I wasn’t afraid anymore.

I was ready.

Ready for whatever came next.

Ready for him.

CHAPTER FOUR

Elias

I knew I was done for.

Not just done holding back—done pretending one night wouldn’t change everything, done pretending I could let her walk away after this.

This woman was going to upend my life, make me want her for eternity, and I was going to let her.

Hell, I was going to help her do it.

I carried her to my bedroom, her legs wrapped around my waist, her wetness rubbing against my stomach, making my cock so freaking hard it was difficult for me to walk. She smelled like my soap and something sweet and wild that made my head spin.

The walk down the hallway felt endless and too short at the same time. Every step made her body shift against mine, made me more aware of the heat between her thighs, the way her breath hitched every time I moved. I’d carried injured hikers down mountains, hauled gear through wilderness that would break most men, but nothing had ever felt as precious or dangerous as this woman in my arms.

The bedroom felt different with her in it. Less like a place I slept and more like somewhere I wanted to worship her.

I set her down beside the bed, hands immediately going to frame her face. Those dark eyes looked up at me, wide with want and trust that I was determined to prove myself worthy of.

“You sure about this?” The question cost me. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, demanding I take what she was offering, but I needed to hear her say it again.

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