Chapter Eight
Hank
It’s two a.m. now, and the sky is still drizzling rain. I’m pretty sure it’s no warmer than forty degrees, but my body is hotter than a supernova.
Reese’s eyes drag up and down my frame as she dips into the woods and lays out the tent in the first available place she finds. “My sister was telling me about these guys that like to chase their women.” Her tone is playful and sweet despite the intent. “It sounds like fun.”
My cock is hard as I step toward her, my tone deep. “It sounds a lot more like claiming someone rather than chasing them.”
“Claiming?” Her voice shakes as she backs against a tree.
I stalk toward her and grab her hips, yanking her against me as I steady my hand above her head.
My lips crash into hers and a needy growl vibrates into her mouth, hungry for every inch of her.
“What does that mean?” Her gaze meets mine as her hands wander my bare chest and tug at her tight leggings that are still much too tight on my ass.
“It means I fuck you, and I make you mine… forever.” I lift her wet shirt from her body and toss it onto the ground.
“You know that already? You know you want me forever?” She’s nearly breathless when she speaks, her hands gripping my shoulders as I press her up against the rough bark of the tree, still holding her close to me.
Another growl rumbles up from my chest. “Fuck. I’ve never wanted anything more. I’ve been planning to rebuild my life here in Rugged Mountain since we started hiking back to the Jeep. I’m sure someone has a piece of land they’ll sell me. Maybe it’ll be something near the river so I can mine a little.”
“I’m renting a place there now,” she says as she swallows hard, her eyes squeezing shut as I lower to my knees to worship her. “It’s a small place, but it’s got riverfront property. It’s rent to own, so…” A moan interrupts her reasoning as I place my mouth on her mound, devouring her sweet juices as though they’ve only ever been made for me.
“That’s perfect, honey. We’ll make it our own.” I mumble out the words as I dive into her again, licking in circles around her clit as my own heart rate spikes.
Her hands thread into my hair and her thighs quiver around my face as her knees begin to give out.
“You make me feel like an animal,” she cries. “Like I could do anything!”
Desire boils low in my stomach as I kiss my way back up toward her nipples, squeezing them between my lips gently. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?”
She looks toward me, her gaze hot on mine. “Take me,” her voice begs.
Between the shudder in her tone, and the full moon hanging above, there’s no escape for either of us. I’ve lost the last bit of self-control I have left, and this woman is about to be mine. “Then start running!”