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Snuggling up to him, I let sleep claim me, Dean’s heartbeat steady in my ear. It’s not until I’m hovering on the precipice of unconsciousness that I feel his arm wrap tightly around my waist again, pulling me close to his side. It’s the comfort and security I find in his arms that has me finally drifting into a restorative sleep.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
DEAN
I don’t relaxworth a damn after Kenna passes out.
Not after feeling her relax against me. God knows all I want is a couple more hours of sleep, but for the life of me, I can’t seem to convince my body to follow through. The meds worked on the fever, but the heat I’m feeling now has nothing to do with that or the dwindling fire in the fireplace.
Common sense tells me I should get up and move around, search for more supplies, and get something to eat, but a voice in my head tells me to keep still so she can rest for a little while longer. At least this way, she’s not yammering nonstop. The only way I can get some peace and quiet now that we’re stuck together on this fucking mountain is if the damn woman is asleep.
Of course, the longer I feel her against me, the longer I imagine more inventive ways of keeping her quiet. I haven’t fantasized about a woman in so long that at first the fantasies only come to me in vague flashes. Kenna awake next to me, her hand diving into my pants and fisting my massive cock with her little hand. Her luscious thighs spread wide as I pumped into her. Her plump ass in the air, red with the imprint of my hand.
I groan out loud, the sound rusty and broken. Do I still have a concussion? Am I hallucinating or having delusions? Something must have been knocked loose because I haven’t had a dirty thought in the years since I left the Marines. But the longer I stay cozied up to her, the more vivid those thoughts become. I can picture her feisty mouth devouring my dick. Her bright laughter breaking off into a moan. I never thought much about a woman laughing during sex, but I can see it with Kenna. For a man who hasn’t laughed in who knows how long, there’s an ache in my chest that craves that carefree moment almost as much as I crave the taste of her.
I lie there, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying hard to ignore how her breath brushes against my neck. From the corner of my eye, I watch as the first light of dawn seeps in through the battered windows and throws a halo of gold over Kenna’s sleeping face. It’s a beautiful sight—the way the light dances and flickers over her creamy skin, making her full lips a delicious pink. I can’t help but wonder how long it’s been since I’ve even looked at a woman for longer than it takes to blow them off.
Years.
A lifetime.
Longer.
At least that’s what it feels like.
The sound of her soft snoring draws my attention back to her, and I let myself drink in the peace that comes with it. It’s funny how something so simple can bring such a sense of contentment in a world that has been reduced to chaos. But lying here watching her sleep so peacefully, my mind wanders to a place it probably shouldn’t.
No, a place itdefinitelyshouldn’t.
I shift slightly, feeling the stirrings of something I thought was long dead. It’s been a while since I felt any kind of human connection, and I started to forget what it can feel like. But somehow, this woman has wormed her way under my skin. And as much as I try to deny it, I know deep down that the feeling is mutual.
And it pisses me off now as much as it did the moment I saw her standing on my front porch.
With a sigh, I push myself up, careful not to disturb her as I untangle myself. I limp across the room, grabbing my coat and boots as I go. I need to clear my head and get away from this suffocating feeling of, what? Longing? Desire? God, I don’t know. All I know is that I need to get out of here before it consumes me.
Stepping out into the crisp morning air, I take a deep breath, letting the chill seep into my lungs. The sun is just starting to rise over the mountains, casting a pink glow over everything it touches. The snow that fell for the past few days has finally stopped, leaving behind a blanket of white that stretches as far as I can see. It’s beautiful and calming in a way that makes me forget about everything else until the cold settles back in my bones and reminds me that I shouldn’t go too far.
Reluctantly, I turn back to the cabin, limping along, my leg screaming in protest the entire way. There’s nothing like a broken bone to cure you of any thoughts of arousal. It may hurt like a bitch, but at least it’s absolved me of the urge to do something stupid.
Like flop down on the floor and beg her to sit on my face until my beard is soaked with her cum.
* * *
“No. No, no, no, no. This cannot be fucking happening.”
The next morning, I glance up from the fire I’m stoking to melt more water. Kenna darts up from the chair where she was repairing one of the snowshoes and heads for the door. Pushing to my feet, I say, “Where are you going?”
Her cheeks are bright pink, and I absolutely donotthink about my fantasy of her turning just as pink. “I have to use the bathroom if that’s okay with you.”
“I’ll go with you.”
She holds up a hand and slaps it against my chest. “No. No, you are not.”
My brows knit. “Of course I am. It’s dangerous out there.”
She sucks on her bottom lip, which almost deters me. Almost. “Then I’ll take the flare gun or something, but you’re not coming to babysit me, Dean. I mean it.” She tries to leave again, but I snatch up the hand she pressed against my chest.
“You’re not going anywhere without me, princess.” I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, but the thought of her being out there alone in the woods makes me want to chain her to my wrist to be certain she’s unharmed at all times.
