"Make yourself at home."
Within minutes of Jamie taking my coat and slipping off my wet boots, that's exactly what happens.
Jamie's space isn't fancy. If anything, it's on the rustic side. Exactly like I'd expect a mountain man's bachelor cabin to look like. There are literally no female touches at all, but I instantly feel like I've come home.
"So?" He asks a few minutes later once I've had a chance to take it all in. "What do you think?"
When I turn, he's standing so close to me that I have to tilt my head back to look at him. He's at least a foot taller than me and huge. So huge. I've never stood next to such a massive man before. He makes me feel tiny, something I used to think was impossible.
But it's the way he's looking at me like he's only barely restraining himself that has my tummy doing flips and a heat blooming between my legs.
"I think I'm really going to like it here."
Jamie
Fuck. I want her.
I don't want to admit that there's anything to that website and their matching technology, or whatever it is they call it, but...damn.
I don't even realize I've been holding my breath, hoping like hell that Ella likes what she sees, until her plump lips curl up into that sweet smile and she tells me she's going to like it here.
She sure is.
I'm going to make sure of it.
She's only been in my home for a few minutes and it already feels different. Better.
I'm going to like having her here. Very, very much.
I knew that within seconds of laying eyes on her.
Call it a match. Or fate. Or whatever else you like. I don't fucking care.
The only thing I care about is that Ella is standing here in my cabin looking at me with those eyes, making me feel like a fucking god.
"You're even more beautiful in person." I can't stay away from her for a moment longer. I cross the distance between uswith one stride and pull her close. "I'm trying, Ella. But it's too fucking hard to keep my hands off you."
She tips her head back and looks up into my eyes. "So, don't."
I don't need to be asked twice. With my free hand, I hold her head in place and my lips crush hers into another kiss. This one is deeper and far less constrained than our first kiss.
She yields against my mouth, her lips soft and pliant under mine. A groan slips from her throat as my tongue pushes into her mouth, tangling with hers.
But it's not enough. I want more. I need more.
My hand slides down over her thick sweater to cup her legging-clad ass. The perfect handful. I growl into her mouth as I squeeze, kneading my fingers into her flesh.
I rock my hips into her, the hard ridge of my cock pressing against her belly so she knows exactly what she does to me and how badly I want her.
"Oh."
"That's what you do to me, sweetheart." My voice is gruff and rough against her neck. "From the moment I saw you."
My mouth is on her neck, licking and sucking. She's wiggling closer to me, rubbing her body against my raging hard erection. "Careful, sweetheart," I warn.
I plan on coming. Hard. But not like this. Not yet.
Not. Even. Close.
