Chapter 5
Chapter
Five
DAVIN
Arielle touches her bottom lip like she’s still tasting me. I’m wrecked, feral. That kiss cost me something. More than she can ever know. I just hope she doesn’t come to regret it.
I take a deep breath to get my head back on straight. Try to quit steering this runaway train with my heart and my cock, but it’s too damn late. Her hand comes up, tracing the line of my jaw, fingers tangling into my beard.
“Need you so damn much,” I grumble, body storming. But it’s more than lust. I want her. Her laughter. Her sunshine. Her softness and fierceness. That fire and sass that tears down all my walls despite myself.
“I don’t know how to breathe around you,” she confesses on a breath, and I’m a goner. Done for.
My arms slide beneath her knees and behind her back, as I rise in one fluid motion.
She gasps, then giggles.
“What?” my voice croaks as I stare down at the beauty tucked in my arms like a bride on her wedding night.
“You’re so strong. You make me feel like I weigh nothing. I’m not used to it.” She bites her bottom lip, and my eyes are there, ready to ravage her all over again.
“You don’t weigh anything,” I say, not getting what she means.
She laughs again, face beaming.
My eyes go to the bed. So do hers. Red climbs her cheeks, and guilt slams into me. She’s too young. Too innocent. Too close to McGregor.
“Princess … I should slow this down.” But I can’t stop touching her, leaning in, resting my forehead against hers.
She tips up her face, kisses me, and I’m drowning all over again.
Yearning hums through her dainty fingers as she touches my cheeks, shoulders, and beard, then wraps her arms around my neck, drawing me closer and the kiss deeper.
“Whether we go fast or slow.” Her voice trembles. “Either way, I know what I want. I want you.” Her hand cups my face, thumb sliding over my cheek. The look in her eyes undoes me—warm, love-filled, dripping with trust.
“But in this dumbass little cabin?” My voice cracks.
“It’s not about the cabin, the snow, how long we’ve known each other. It’s about you”—she presses her hand to my heart, then to her own—“and me.”
I want to believe her, but still I hesitate between the hearth and the bed.
Her eyes sear into mine. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Not ever. Don’t make me beg.”
Fuck. “Oh, I’ll make you beg,” I promise with a lopsided grin, heading for the bed.
She sighs, long and heavy. I lay her down, push the blanket to the side. Just breathing for a moment, memorizing her beauty, her openness.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” I say, climbing on next to her, savoring the feel of her soft, warm body reclining next to mine.
“You won’t need to stop,” she says, pupils dilating, bottom lip trembling.
“I’m clean.” I stroke her jawline slowly, etching her memory into my eternity. “But I don’t have condoms … wasn’t expecting any of this.”
Her brows knit. “I’m clean, too. Not on birth control. But … but if what you said is true, that you won’t be able to let me go, then does it really matter?”
“Only if you’re not ready to be pregnant. Don’t think I need to give you a biology lesson.” Warmth pools in my chest, inexplicable.
“Just don’t want you to regret any of this.”
“Already told you, I never will. I’m a simple man, Arielle. I can protect you, provide for you, keep you warm …. and give you babies.”
Her hands are in my hair, a smile teasing her lips. “You already have three out of four figured out.”
I nod, running my thumb over her bottom lip. “In other words, if we do this, you’re it for me … and that sharp-toothed little gremlin, too. But I need to know what you want.”
“I want you, Davin. I want this. Always.”
Her words crash into my heart like my mouth crashes into hers. Ravenous, aching for more. My hands are in her hair as I angle her head, go deeper until she’s breathless and panting against me.
“I’ve got you,” I promise, feathering my lips over her face, taking her mouth more slowly, reverently this time. Soft kisses and tenderness breaking through my tough exterior.
Her hands slide beneath my thermal, fingers gliding over each angle like she owns them. She does.
My hands slide over her curvy frame, unbuttoning my flannel, falling in love with every inch of her impossibly soft heat. I pull her shirt free, absorb the lace, flesh, need. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. Sexy as hell and all mine.
My hands cup her breasts, thumbs sliding over her nipples. She gasps, arching toward me as my head descends, and I flick her bra clasp free. I suck her into my mouth, taking turns adoring her perfect tits.
My hands glide to her waist, and she whispers, “Oh.”
“What?” I pant, craning my neck to look at her.
“I’ve got rolls there. You shouldn’t—”
I stop, frozen in the spot. “What are you talking about? I love your rolls, your curves, every damn inch of you. Like you were made to be mine.”
“No,” she giggles, fire flashing behind her eyes. “You were made to be mine.”
“Prove it then.”
Her chin raises in defiance. “You first.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice.
Thank God for leggings. I slide them from her legs in one greedy move, then her silky purple G-string, dripping with need for me. I crumple it in my hand, bringing it to my nose and breathing her in.
Her eyes round.
I chuckle. “Princess, I already told you. I’m one step above a caveman.” I wink, and she giggles.
“Guess I should be lucky you didn’t drag me here by my hair.”
“Next time,” I say, noticing her hand curled, covering her pussy. “No hiding from me,” I scold, gently teasing her hand back and then sliding her legs apart.
Her breath comes out sharp, weighted with desire.
I stare at her pussy, mouth watering. The hair’s red down here, too. Heat rises up my neck at the realization. “You tell me if anything feels wrong.” I splay her pussy lips open with my forefinger and thumb. She gasps, clit popping up like a pink rosebud begging for mouth.
Her moan is greedy, lavish, the first time my tongue slides through her slick folds. Her musky flavor makes me an instant believer. I have to angle myself, press my cock hard into the mattress to keep from exploding as I dive into her, teasing, lapping, licking.
Whimpers and moans escape her lips, eyes rolling into the back of her head as I make a mental map of what undoes her.
I swirl my tongue around her pearl, feel with satisfaction how her hips inch off the mattress.
I suck her swollen, her body following my mouth as I slide a finger inside, registering her impossible tightness.
There’s no way I’ll fit. No way I’ll go without figuring it out. Her hand tangles into my hair, pressing me more tightly against her. She grinds against my face, and I unravel, half-mad with thirst for her.
“Please,” she begs between pants. “Don’t stop, Davin. I’m so close.”
I double down, curl my finger, and work her pussy until she squeezes and trembles around me.
Her legs tighten, then shake, breath coming faster as I push her to the edge again and again until she pleads for release.
I add a second finger, forcing her to take me, though she squirms, gasps.
Her hips buck up, body opening for me, making space.
Rhythmically, her hips move, fucking my hand as I lap and lick her into oblivion. Her fingers find my back, sliding beneath the thermal and digging into me as waves of orgasm hit her. She screams my name against the howl of the wind, gushing into my beard.
I take everything she has to give, savoring her honey like a fine whiskey. “That’s it, Princess,” I talk her through it, not stopping until she does, melting into the mattress.
Licking my fingers clean, I wait for her breathing to slow, then slide up to her face. Caressing her cheek, I ask, “Did you like that?”
“Like?” she pants. “I don’t think there’s a verb for that. What was that?”
I chuckle, falling all over again for the pink of her cheeks, the rawness of her voice, the innocence I’ll protect to my dying breath.
“Me loving you,” I say before thinking. My face goes taut. Too fucking soon, Davin.
But she beams, eyes warm and pooling with tears.
“Too much?” I ask, arching a brow.
“Never enough with you,” she declares, pulling me close for another kiss.
Her hands find my hunting pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. My breath hitches in my throat. We’re at the precipice neither of us can step back from. Not approaching it slowly with thought and care. No, damn well sprinting over the top.
I open my mouth to say something, but one look at her determined face, and she’s conquered me. We’ll jump off together then, catch each other as we fall.
My pants and boxers hit the floor, and she eyes me for one long moment. Incredulous.
“What’s wrong, Princess?”
Her gaze widens. “Just not sure how I’ll take all that.”
I chuckle. “Slow and easy. We’ll do this together. If it becomes too much, tell me.”
She nods, a smile blossoming across her face. I slide between her legs, teasing her opening with the tip of my cock, running the head through her juices to make this easier. Her eyes are fire, beckoning me inside.
The slide is tight, painful. For a moment, I wonder what nature was thinking. Her body stiffens beneath me, eyes filling with panic. Until I cup her face with both hands, kiss her gently, taking my time.
“Relax,” I urge in dark tones. “Let me in. Let me make you mine.”
She nods, whimpering as I pull back a little, then push deeper. Each time her face starts to crack, I withdraw, let her breathe, calm my own racing heart. “Too much?”
She shakes her head, nostrils flaring, as she closes her eyes, melts into me a little more.
“That’s it, Arielle. You’re doing perfect. Taking me so good.” I drive into her again, penetrating further.
Her eyes open, flashing at me as my lips cover hers. I pull back, then fill her again—warm her, unravel her, hold her. She gives me everything—yielding, trusting, knowing. Our gazes hold, and she really sees me … maybe for the first time in my life.
The storm outside howls now, a furious roar.
But inside this trapper’s cabin, it’s all warmth, love, and union.
When I can’t take it anymore, when I feel her starting to shatter around me.
I kiss her hard, possessively, then bury myself, finally letting go as she milks my cock, stealing my seed in hot waves.
I collapse half on top of her, careful not to crush her but desperate to keep her near me. “You okay?” I ask when I can finally form the words.
She nods, a warm smile on her face. “So, this is it?” Her brows knit, and my heart nose-dives into my stomach.
“What do you mean?” I say too fast, frantic to know what I did wrong.
Arielle giggles, closes the distance, and kisses me. Honest, pure, strong. “This is forever?”
“Yeah,” it is, I admit, heart burgeoning.
“Good because I never want it to end.”
“Then, it won’t,” I say simply, truthfully. “You’re mine to keep safe now. No one touches you.”
She kisses me again. Without art or pretense. Just love dancing in her mahogany and moss eyes.
After she falls asleep, snuggled against my chest, red hair curtained over my pecs, I listen to the storm raging.
Wolfe once told me Sol Rojo hates loose ends. Saw it for myself when his foster brother, Holden, tangled with one of their leaders. The cartel’s likely still angry about that.
And McGregors? They see that family as a challenge, thanks to Mateo’s undercover, anti-human trafficking work. The work we all do. I’m not letting that target paint itself on Arielle’s back.
Every sound, every movement, sharpens my senses. I won’t let anything harm the beauty in my arms. Even if it means going hunting for the men pursuing her once the storm passes. A necessity, not an option.
I feel it in my gut. Those men won’t stop. Neither will I … until my woman’s safe, and they’re both six feet under.