Page 7 of Possessive Mountain Man

She can never be mine.

Swallowing hard, I say nothing. I stare at the fireplace, determined not to look at her until I can see her as off limits.

With a sigh, she rises to her feet. Blanket trailing behind her, she strides toward the window. I can’t resist glancing up as she turns to look back over her shoulder at me.

The blanket tangles around her feet, and she stumbles forward.

I’m out of my chair and across the room in a blink, catching her against me.

She gasps, bracing her hands against my chest.

Her body—soft, warm, and so damn perfect—molds against mine. I tighten my grip on her waist. I hold her steady, long after she’s on her own two feet.

I should let go. I need to let go. But I don’t.

I can’t.

She looks up at me, eyes wide, lips parted. The firelight glows against her skin, highlighting the natural blush in her cheeks.

Desire slams through me. Hot. Fierce.

I’m gone the second she sways closer.

I lose the last shred of my control.

I crush my mouth to hers. She gasps into my mouth even as her hands slide up my chest to grip hold of me and pull me closer. One of my hands tangles in her hair. The other wraps around her waist, pulling her closer.

Nestling my aching cock against her sweet curves.

My lips part, urging hers open. She willingly complies, melting into me with a soft keen that is a dart to my soul.

Her fingers curl into me, practically biting my skin through the fabric of my shirt.

I deepen the kiss, sliding my hand from her waist to her back, feeling the heat of her through the blanket. She arches against me, her body supple and eager.

I groan into her mouth. It’s a sound so low, so raspy, it’s more like a growl.

I angle my head, wanting to taste even more of her. Slipping my tongue past her lips to taste her—really taste her.

She’s every bit as sweet and intoxicating as I could have imagined.

My hands roam lower, memorizing the curve of her hip and ass.

Every soft sigh she makes drives me higher, a rush of heat and hunger surging through me.

I want to pull her to the ground in front of the fireplace right now. I want to fuck her in every way I can, until neither of us remembers where she ends and I begin.

I want her. So badly I hurt.

Then John’s face flashes into my head.

With a tortured moan, I tear my mouth from hers, breathing hard. I press my forehead to hers as I fight for control.

“We can’t.”

She blinks. “What?”

“We can’t do this.”

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