Page 62 of Possessed By the Mountain Man
I don’t regret a single second.
The lodge is quiet, snow still pressed thick against every window. The storm rages on somewhere outside, but here—inside—time stopped. Magic happened. Something raw and dangerous was born.
Thorne breathes against my neck, steady and deep. I feel the drag of his chest along my back with every inhale, the slow grind of sleep-loosened instinct that makes him press closer.
Last night, he unraveled me. Broke me open. Told me without words that I am his—claimed, chosen, wanted.
And today?
I have no idea what today will be.
Because sex is just sex—but that wasn’t just sex.
That was a forest fire dressed as a kiss. That was a promise in the shape of his body against mine. That was an undoing. My undoing.
I try to ease away, because I need to think—need to breathe—but his grip only tightens. A hard arm slams me back to his chest with a warning groan. His voice, sleep-rough and sinful, slides along my spine.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Shivers roll through me. “Think about what?”
His breath drags slow against my throat. “Running.”
I swallow. “I’m not running.”
“Liar.”
God. He always sees too much.
His palm is splayed heavy across my ribs, thumb brushing the underside of my breast in idle, possessive strokes that steal sanity from my bones. My pulse trips. Every inch of me turns traitorous under his touch—soft, needy, raw.
“You okay?” he murmurs into my shoulder, voice lower than gravity.
“Yes.” My voice is a whisper I barely hear. “No. Maybe.”
He huffs amusement against my neck. “That was a lot of answers.”
“It was a complicated night.”
“Didn’t feel complicated to me.”
“It didn’t?”
“No, Aspen.” His lips brush just below my ear. “It felt right.”
Oh.
Oh, hell.
I hate him. I hate him for saying that and meaning it. For stripping me without touching me. For knowing—instantly—how to dismantle every wall I’ve ever built.
“We said we wouldn’t do this,” I breathe out.
He makes a low sound. “No. You said that.”
“I thought you agreed.”
“I didn’t agree.” His nose drags along my jaw, making my stomach drop. “I waited.”
