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Siena’s breath caught. Her neck arched, her mouth falling open, no sound escaping her lips as her body stretched to accommodate me. Christ, she was tight—hot and wet and perfect around me. I held still, giving her time to adjust, fighting every instinct that screamed at me to move.
“You okay?” I managed to ask through gritted teeth.
Her eyes fluttered open, locking with mine. “Yes,” she breathed. “Now move.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her, setting a punishing rhythm that had the headboard knocking against the wall. She met me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take me deeper.
“Just like that,” she panted. “Oh god … Gage … so good.”
I pinned her hands to the mattress, our fingers interlaced as I drove into her again and again, my hips snapping against hers as sweat beaded on my forehead. I couldn’t look away from her face—the flush on her cheeks, the parted lips, the way her eyes darkened when I hit that spot inside her that made her walls clench around me.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be—this connection, this intensity. This was supposed to be just fucking, nothing more.
But with our eyes locked, bodies joined, it felt like something else entirely.
“Fuck, Siena,” I groaned. “It’s like you were made for me.”
It was like we were two pieces of the same whole, finally coming together. I’d never felt anything like it—this connection that went beyond the physical, beyond the slick slide of skin against skin.
“Harder,” she urged, her heels digging into the divots on my lower back on each side of my spine. “I need to feel you everywhere.”
I gave her what she wanted—what we both needed—driving into her with everything I had. Sweat slicked our bodies as we moved together, the room filled with the sounds of skin on skin and broken gasps.
“I’m close,” she warned. “So close, don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promised, driving into her harder, deeper, and feeling my own release building. “Come for me, darlin’. Let me feel you.”
Her body went taut beneath mine, her inner walls clamping around my cock as she cried out my name. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, because of me, pushed me right to the edge.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned.
My rhythm stuttered, pleasure ripping through me—white-hot, blinding, absolute. I buried myself deep and let go, my vision splintering at the edges as I emptied myself inside her with a guttural groan, her body milking every last drop from me.
I collapsed on top of her, careful to brace most of my weight on my forearms. Our bodies were slick with sweat, hearts thundering against each other as we struggled to catch our breath. Her fingers combed softly through my hair, that gentleness a stark contrast to what we’d just done.
This wasn’t just sex. Christ, I knew that now. This was something I’d been fighting since the moment I laid eyes on this woman. Something I’d been too chicken shit to name before now, but there was no denying it now.
I was in love with Siena Bellrose.
I wanted her.Allof her.
And suddenly, I didn’t give a damn who she was, or what her family name represented, or how much it stood to change everything about this valley I called home.
Because the truth hit harder than anything I’d ever felt before: I loved her more. Wanted her more. I’d help her tear this place apart, acre by acre, if it meant she’d keep me by her side. I’d hate myself for it, sure, but not as much as I’d hate walking away.
“That was …” she trailed off.
“Yeah,” I agreed, pressing my forehead to hers. I didn’t have words either. How could I explain that something this fundamental had shifted inside me? That I’d never be the same after tonight?
I couldn’t. Not yet.
So instead, I kissed her—soft and sweet and nothing like the desperate clash of tongues from before. A kiss that said everything I couldn’t.
CHAPTER TEN
Morning light creptthrough half-drawn curtains. Dust motes swirled in the pale light, tossed about by the soft hum of the heater. I inhaled deeply. Cedar and salt—his cologne, our skin—mingled on the sheets.
Gage’s arm draped over my waist, warm and heavy with sleep. Each exhale tickled the nape of my neck, sending a smattering of goosebumps down my spine. I traced the veins on his forearm with my fingertip, memorizing the map of him while I still could.
