Page 62 of Rescued By the Mountain Man Cowboy

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I lay her on the bed. Stand at the edge. Look at her.

"Luke."

"Hush. I'm looking."

"You're always looking."

"I got a lot to make up for. Twelve years' worth."

She laughs. Wet. Bright.

I peel my shirt off over my head. Toss it. Get my sweats next. She's already working the flannel off her shoulders, but I cross to the bed and stop her hands.

"Let me."

She drops her hands to the quilt.

I undo the buttons one at a time. Slow. Like I'm unwrapping something. The fabric falls open. She's got nothing on under it. I open the flannel like a book and look at her. Pink in the cheeks. Soft in the belly. Tits high and tight. The dark trim of her between her thighs.

"Goddamn, Brown Eyes."

"You said that already."

"Worth saying every time."

I pull the flannel down off her arms. Slide her leggings down her legs. Drop them on the floor. She's bare in the middle of my bed and the firelight from the stove is catching gold along the line of her hip, and I'm gone for it.

I climb up over her. Settle between her thighs. Brace on my forearms.

"Hi, Beautiful"

"Hey, Captain."

I kiss her. Slow. Soft. The kind of kiss I have wanted to give her since the second she said I want to stay. She melts up into me. Her hands find my back. Her thighs come up around my hips and she rocks once, looking for me.

"Patience."

"No."

I laugh against her mouth.

I work my way down her. Mouth on her throat. Her collarbone. The dip between her breasts. I close my lips around one nipple and suck slow, and she sighs my name, and I switch to the other and do it again, until she's arching off the bed and her fingers are in my hair.

"Luke."

"Yeah, baby."

"I want you in me."

"Mm."

"Now."

"Anna Kim. Bossy."

"You like it."

"I do."

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