Paige couldn’t sleep. She’d wandered down the hall a few times and saw Saint sitting quietly by the window. He was reading something. The first time he’d put the book down in his lap and looked up at her. “You okay?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, thanks. I can’t sleep. You?”

Saint grinned and said, “I don’t sleep.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “At all?”

“Rarely,” he clarified. Paige had gone back to her room and tried reading a book she’d brought with her, but her thoughts were racing. What if Garrett got caught? What if she was responsible for him ending up in jail...or worse, shot by police? The thoughts caused anxiety to build in her chest, and she got out of bed again and once more went down the hall. This time she thought she’d make some tea and see if that helped. Saint didn’t look up from the book but simply said, “Still okay?”

“Yeah, making tea. Want some?”

He looked up then and said, “Got any more vodka?”

She smiled. “I’ll check.” She went into the kitchen and made the tea, wondering about the status of Saint’s liver as she poured a capful of vodka in his. When she carried it back out to the living room, he’d lit a joint and had the book upside down in his lap. With the joint between his lips and the book in his lap, he leaned forward to take the cup from her hand. The gold cross swung out and caught the light, which caught her eye. She looked down at it and saw the binder on the book. In all her life she’d never seen a more contradictory picture. The baby-faced biker, wearing the kutte of a 1% MC, smoking a joint and drinking tea with a shot of vodka...wearing a thick gold cross around his neck and reading the Holy Bible. Will wonders never cease?

“Thanks,” he said, not even fazed that she’d seen what he was reading. He took the cup and leaned back in his chair. Paige paced and drank hers. By the time she’d headed back down the hallway to her room, he’d picked the book back up with both hands and looked engrossed. She was still pondering how he might reconcile the two worlds in his head when she heard the Harley approaching. She nearly broke her neck, bounding out of bed and toward the window. When she threw back the curtain and saw Garrett’s bulky form approaching on the thick hog, she was filled with joy like that of a child on Christmas who just heard Santa Claus land on the roof. She turned and almost ran out of her room before she remembered...she still barely knew this guy. The only reason she did know him was because he kidnapped her. All they really shared was one hot, passionate night, and she was smart enough to know that didn’t make a relationship. The fast breathing and flushed skin...the tingling, fluttering sensation in her belly...it was all lust.

She listened to the sound of his footsteps on the porch, and then Saint opening the door. She sat down on the bed and let the sound of his voice fill the places in her that weren’t already full of the raging lust that wasn’t about to be ignored. She clutched the comforter with both hands and willed the feeling to go away, but the sounds of Saint leaving and the knowledge she was alone in the little house with Garrett only intensified everything she was feeling. Seconds later, when she heard him coming down the hall, she told herself to lie down and pretend she was asleep...again. But when his large, sexy body filled the doorway and blocked out everything else, she was still sitting there, waiting for him. Garrett didn’t say a word, he just looked at her with that intense look of his. She swam in those brown eyes, drowned in them really, before finally letting go of the bed and standing up. Garrett still stood there—waiting for her to make a move, maybe?

His eyes roamed over her body in the long t-shirt and filled her with warmth even as she shivered. They both had a need for connection and those needs were so strong that they were almost palpable in the room. Garrett made her feel what she hadn’t felt since Amanda died...alive. That was the last rational thought she had before flinging herself at him. Garrett caught her, fisting his hands in her hair and crushing his mouth down onto hers. She pressed her hands into his chest, and she could feel the rumble there as his tongue found a passage into the deepest recesses of her mouth. She moaned into him and that only made him embrace her tighter, almost forcing all the breath from her lungs. When Garrett touched her like that, nothing else in the world mattered, except how he made her feel.

He kissed her until she was gasping for breath and then he held her back in his big hands and studied her face. She felt like he was looking for something—reassurance maybe? She nodded at him slightly, and suddenly his grip intensified once again; this time as he slid his hands up her sides, he took the t-shirt with them. One quick movement and it was out of his way and flung across the room. A slight chill tore through her and caused her to shiver again, or maybe it was just another shudder caused by the heat of the look he was giving her. He lifted her up off her feet so that her body was pressed against his, chest to chest. She began to grope at his t-shirt. She suddenly hated it and felt an urgency to make it go away. Garrett held onto her with one arm and pulled at the shirt with the other. She heard it rip and the fire already glowing in her belly roared. He lifted her up then so that her legs went around his waist, and now they were skin to skin. He kissed her again, turning and walking them down the hall to the living room.

When they got there, he sat her down on the couch and picked up his giant sleeping bag. She watched as he fanned it out on the floor in front of the fire that Saint had built earlier and when his hands went to his belt, she put her own on the waistband of her panties and pulled them off. Garrett growled again, like the bear that he was, and as he stripped, he looked like he wanted to devour her.

Once he was as gloriously naked as she was, he held his hand out to her and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her again, licking and sucking at her lips like he was starving, as he guided her down on top of the sleeping bag. They lay down together, side by side with bodies touching, and the heat from the fire was almost too much along with the heat that radiated from his skin. He slowed his kiss and let his hand trail down the front of her body, between her breasts and down to brush softly across her stomach. Then suddenly his mouth was following the hand, only his lips and tongue stopped on the way to taste her engorged nipples. She whimpered and arched her back while his tongue drew circles around them and then she moaned when she felt his mouth wrap around them and suck them in against his wet tongue. He sucked on them, hard, before letting go and blowing cold air against them. Tremors ripped through her and the feelings were so intense that she wasn’t sure she could take much more...but Garrett was about to prove her wrong; there was so much more to come.

He held onto her by her hips as his mouth continued downward to her soft belly. He licked across it, and made her body jerk when he used the side of his teeth to scrape against her skin. As hot as it was, Paige was suddenly in love with the fire. She had her hands on his big shoulders and the flicker of the flame illuminated the lustful look on his face as he made it down to the top of her mound. Her pussy was flooded with moisture and she was dying for him to taste her. She pulled her thighs open and Garrett let his face fall in between them. He moved his hands so they were underneath her, cupping her cheeks and lifting her off the sleeping bag. As he attacked her most intimate parts, she felt like his prey...and she fucking loved it.

If Paige had to describe the pleasure he brought her in words, she’d die trying. She had her hands wrapped up in his hair now, and his tongue licked and tasted and swirled and did things to her she had never experienced before. The closest word she could come up with to describe the feeling was profound. It was something she’d never forget, and she could probably bring herself to orgasm just thinking about in the future. His teeth grazed her clit and she cried out his name and pulled on his hair and then he sucked it into his mouth and played with it with his tongue until she was on the brink of an insane orgasm...and just when she thought he couldn’t possibly stimulate her any more, he brought up one hand and slid two fingers up inside her hot, wet tunnel. Paige wasn’t a screamer, but that elicited one from her. It came from deep in her core, a place she hadn’t even known existed. She felt the climax with every nerve ending in her body from her toes to the roots of her hair and Garrett didn’t miss a drop of it, lapping at her the entire time.

When she was finished, her body felt like she’d just run a marathon and she didn’t have a drop of energy left. She was a little worried whether she’d be able to do anything for him at that point...until she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her. He was up on his knees now in front of her, with the fire at his back...and he was the most incredible sight that she’d ever seen. She was still shaking all over from the last climax when suddenly, greedily, she craved another.

Paige reached for his massive, throbbing cock. It was as big as the rest of him and her body quivered at the memory of what it had felt like inside of her that day in the kitchen. He watched her face as she stroked him from base to tip and she watched his chest heave as his excitement mounted. She pushed up on her elbow and put out her tongue, circling the bulbous head, tasting him...she let her lips slip around it in a circle and heard him grunt and then moan before he pulled her mouth off of him and used one of his hands to open her knees. He fumbled for his jeans while she continued to hold onto him, feeling him pulse against her palm and tracing the head with her fingers. He seemed breathless as he moved her hands away and his hands were shaking as he tore open the condom wrapper. She watched in fascination as he expertly rolled it on with one hand and then seconds later, it was where she wanted it and from the look on his face as he entered her, right where he wanted to be as well.

He pushed in slowly, filling her up before sliding back out just as slowly. Paige moved her hands around to his lower back and tried to get him to move faster and push in deeper and harder, but Garrett was way too strong for her and he seemed to be in the mood to take his sweet time. He embedded himself in her and made a slow, circular motion with his hips. It was intense. It was profound.

Garrett pulled her knees up and held onto them, and Paige moved her hands up to his shoulders and gripped them tightly. He slid one hand from her knee up to her nipple and he pinched down on it as he rocked into her. She was panting and moaning and digging her fingernails into him, and he was beginning to move faster and with each stroke bury himself in her deeper. He let go of her nipple and reached for her hand. He bent down and brought it to his lips, kissing each one of her fingers, slowly and sweetly, before lowering the hand down to her breast. She knew what he wanted and if it was going to get him to fuck her faster and harder, she was going to put on one hell of a show. She grabbed her nipples between her fingers and twisted them, arching her back up higher so that he could get a better view. She massaged her breasts and rubbed and pinched her nipples, and Garrett’s eyes didn’t waver from the show as he began to fuck her harder. The longer she played with herself, the more excited he got. He was slamming into her so hard that it was almost painful, but she didn’t want him to stop...she wanted more.

She brought her butt even further off the floor and, leaving one hand on a nipple, she let the other one trail down her belly and end up between their legs. Garrett made a sexy, primal sound as her fingers circled his cock and she held onto him tightly while he pumped in and out of her. He growled louder when she moved her hand up higher and began to rub her clit. His body slammed into her hand with each thrust, crushing it into her swollen pussy and multiplying the feelings that threatened to cause her head to explode.

“Paige?” Garrett panted out.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I...fuck...this is so fucking good.”

“Yeah, baby, it is.”

“I’m gonna come...I’m fucking going to come like I’ve never fucking come in my life.” He was working for each word...each breath.

“Me too...!” Garrett grabbed her hips again and once more she gripped his big shoulders and held onto them as her world was rocked again. The earth shook. The cabin vibrated, and after they both came Garrett folded her into his big arms and wrapped her up in that cocoon that made her feel safer than any place she’d ever been. It made her feel like she was home, and just the thought of the embrace ending brought tears to her eyes. Nothing about this thing with Garrett made sense...except for the way he made her feel. She closed her eyes and snuggled into his chest and let herself do that, and only that, if only for just one more night.