I shouldn’t be here, lying in bed in a barely-there silk shift, my goosebump-covered thighs half-exposed, waiting for him. Not after what happened. Not after what he did. If I were smart, I’d leave now.

But I can’t help myself. My body wants him, needs him, even if my mind is screaming that this is a bad idea.

I turn my head at the sound of creaking wood and bite my lower lip as our eyes meet. He’s standing in the doorway, tall, muscular, and imposing. His mostly-shadowed form nearly fills the space, and only the ethereal light coming through the small window above me lights his face, making his eyes almost glow ferally as they devour my every curve.

A beast-like hunger radiates from him, so palpable the hair on the back of my neck rises and a damp, primal heat starts to warm the space between my thighs.

My pulse quickens and my breathing is heavy as I press my thighs together, my limbs trembling with an almost insatiable craving. Never in my entire life have I seen someone look at me with this much want. This much need.

And I need him.

I need him right fucking now.

The corner of his lips quirk upward as his burning eyes take in my trembling body. He knows exactly what his greedy stare does to me, and he has me exactly where he wants me.

“Please,” I half moan, half whisper, hearing how desperate I sound. It’s an alien feeling. I’ve always been the one in charge, never begging a man for anything.

But in this moment, I don’t care.

I want this. I want him.

“I need you now,” I whimper, sliding one shoulder strap off. It’s a silent offer, with no conditions. Just take me, ravage me, give me the animal pleasure that’s hiding behind your eyes. Show me what desire brings. “Claim me. After so long, take what’s yours.”

Grinning like a wolf, he pulls off his red flannel shirt and tosses it to the side, exposing his rippling muscle, hardened by years of hard work. His faded blue jeans are hung low, showing off the rock-hard ‘V’ at his hips, his happy trail descending to the huge cock imprint that even the sturdy fabric can’t fully cloak.

My mouth waters at the sight, my lips parting in a soft moan of desire.

God, he’s so fucking sexy, a true mountain of a man. I never thought it was possible to want another human being this much.

His eyes burn into me, tracing down my chest, my hips, before centering on my core. As his gaze brushes along my skin, my nipples harden and my clit begins to throb like a war drum. I’m ready to explode . . . and he hasn’t even laid a finger on me yet.

He growls, sniffing the air. “You’re already so wet for me.”

It’s not a question but a statement of fact. There’s no denying it. I am beyond wet for him. He can probably smell my arousal, and I know he can see it too, his eyes flashing lust as they come to rest on my soaked panties.

“Yes,” I sigh, my hands unconsciously drifting down my stomach toward my dripping mound, my knees parting to show him the near-translucent wispy garment.

“No,” he grunts possessively. I freeze instantly, my hand a fraction above my throbbing clit. “Mine.”

I watch him, my chest heaving, as he strides across the room, each massive footstep filling the cabin with the sound of creaking wood. Each step he takes is an eternity as every cell within my body awakens and screams in anticipation, electricity carried within my bloodstream itself as he nears.

When he gets to the side of the bed, he drops down, making the steel frame squeak loudly in protest, his almost massive weight settling upon my lower body. He spreads my legs wide before him, his deep voice dropping into a hungry growl that sounds more animal than human as he slips my soaked panties down my thighs.

I can’t take it. The sight of him a breath’s width away from my soaking wet pussy is too much to take. I can feel my inner walls clenching even though there’s nothing there yet. “Fuck, you smell fucking delicious and sweet . . . like wild honey,” he rumbles, licking his lips. “And finally, I get the taste I’ve dreamed of for so long.”

His words have me bucking my hips toward his face, wanting what he’s about to give me so badly I fear I’ll break in two. “Yes . . . get your fill. Take what’s yours.”

“All mine,” he says as he inhales my scent, looking as if he’s preparing to devour an all-you-can-eat buffet. I realize the truth of his words as my clit throbs in tandem with my raging heartbeat. I’m too scared to say it, but it’s the truth.

My heart . . . it’s his. Always has been. Though it might kill me if he breaks it again.

My body . . . all his. Every fucking part of it.