Like a shot to the heart, I hear Kane’s words ring through my ear.‘I don’t wish love on anyone.’I never thought there was a chance he could be right.
“I understand.” I straighten my clothes and turn toward the door, leaving my broken heart on her cabin floor.
Chapter Eleven
Bree
“Why are you on the phone with me? You should go after him!” My friend Bella was supposed to be my voice of reason. Instead, she’s the devil in my ear, pushing me off the edge.
I rub my chest over and over, trying to calm the physical pain. I don’t know why I’m so messed up by this. We’ve only known each other a short while, and in that time, he held back on some pretty big things. “No. I have to think about the girls.”
Bella sighs. “You have to think about you, too. This guy is great. I’ve asked around about him. Your sister has, too. Hawk and Henry have vouched for him. Give Wilder a chance, Bree. Your body is begging you to trust him.”
“I’m under the influence of hormones. That’s not exactly trust.” My belly knots as I speak. I’m sure hormones are playing a part in all this, but there’s more. Like the way he looked at me when I talked, the way he comforted me when I cried, the way he held me. That was more than chemicals. That was… real.
God, what am I doing? I can’t keep pushing him away if I’m interested… and I can’t be interested!I stare up at the exposed beam ceiling as though someone is going to shout down an answer. Instead, there’s a heavy knock at the door.
“I should go. I think my sister is here with the girls.” I draw in a deep breath. I need to put on a smile and move on. I can’t get all depressed and let this take over. The girls need me now more than ever. I need to let go of dating, let go of Wilder, and move on. A dull ache settles into my chest as I say my goodbyes to Bella and pace toward the door.
With my hand on the knob, I close my eyes, trying to scrub the last two days away as though they never happened. But instead of disappearing, the memories come back full force and it’s like Wilder is here with me again. His big hands on my shoulders, his rough beard against my face, the deep tone of his voice and hot breath against my ear.
There’s another knock on the door. This time, it’s followed by a voice. “I forgot something.”
Warmth radiates throughout my body and my heart drums in my chest. My thoughts scatter and tears stream down my face as I swing open the door.
In front of me is the giant I said goodbye to thirty minutes before. His shoulders are wide, his breathing is fast, and the look in his eyes is intense.
I draw in a deep breath, my eyes wide and glowing. “What did you forget?”
He stares at me and steps forward, his hands cupping my face and his lips angling in toward mine. “This.”
The scent of freshly cut wood and crisp mountain air surrounds me as Wilder’s tongue tangles with mine. His thick fingers weave through my hair and he pulls back from his kiss for a second to smile before kissing me again.
Now I can’t stop smiling.
“Tell me this grin means you’ve changed your mind.” His tone is low and his gaze burns into me.
I slide my palm along the side of his face. “The second you left, I knew I’d made a mistake.”
His lips press into mine and we kiss like we’ve been kept apart for ages, as though we were destined for each other, and we’ve finally decided to own it.
I paw at his belt and tug his jeans to the floor, desperate and aching for him to claim me.
Wilder’s lips wander over my neck, down my collarbone, and onto my breast, which is locked in his giant hand. The other still lays beneath my nightgown, but his thumb is grazing my nipple through the fabric as he groans.
I reach down and grip his cock, pumping back and forth as he licks and sucks. Wilder is huge. I knew that when I had him in my mouth a few days back, but in my small hand, I’m reminded how big he is, and I question how he’ll ever fit.
He pulls off his t-shirt and exposes his hard, hairy chest, then lifts off my nightgown and stands back to appreciate me.
Two children and depression doesn’t do much for a woman’s figure, but I’ve never felt more admired.
He grips my hips and growls. “If I remember, you like to be told what to do.”
I bite my lip and nod as his shameless gaze passes over me. My pussy aches with eager heat.I need him.
“That’s good,” he grins, “because I’m about to own you, Bree. And once I do, there’s no going back. You’re mine.” He kisses my head gently. “I won’t share you. I won’t let another man look at you. I won’t ever let you go. You belong to me.” His deep voice rattles through my frame as he speaks. I’ve never wanted anything more.
“I’m yours, Wilder,” I pant breathlessly. “Take me.”
