Page 17 of Possessive Mountain Man

The lights flicker before going out, plunging the cabin into darkness.

Elise tenses beneath me.

“It’s just the power,” I murmur against her skin. “Stay here.”

Reluctantly, I pull away and grab a flashlight from the shelf. I check the old generator outside, swearing under my breath as the wind slices into me. We won’t be able to do much with this tonight.

Inside, I grab a few battery-powered lanterns.

She’s sitting up, wrapped in a blanket, watching me with wide eyes as I set them around the cabin.

“We’re good.” I crouch down, cupping her cheek. “Where were we?”

Her answering smile is slow and devastating.

I lean in, kissing her deeply, and this time, there’s no hesitation.

Only her.

I lift her into my arms, and carry her to the bedroom.

I lay her down gently on the, bracing myself above her.

“Hayes,” she whispers, her fingers tracing the lines of my jaw.

“I’ve got you.”

She pulls me down, and as our bodies come together, everything else—the storm, the cold, the world—fades away.

It’s just her.

Just us.

And I know, without a doubt, there’s no going back now.

FIVE

ELISE

Hayes caresses me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

His fingers trail over me as if I’m made of glass. Though nothing about the way he looks at me feels fragile.

His stare is fierce and reverent. It steals the very breath from my lungs.

His weight settles back over me, pressing me into the mattress. I’m keenly aware of every place our bodies touch—bare skin sliding against bare skin. His hard edges against my soft curls.

The heat of him sears me to my core. My heart thunders in my chest, matching the wild rhythm of the storm outside.

When he kisses me again, it’s consuming. As if nothing else exists in the world but him and me and this intense desire brewing between us.

My skin tingles as his mouth moves down my body. His tongue and teeth scrape against my breasts. My toes dig into the bedspread.

He blows his hot breath over my nipple and it puckers. “That’s a good girl.”

My belly quenches. “Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” He captures my nipple and his mouth and pulls it into his mouth. I cry out, bucking up as a flush of desire rushes to me.

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