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Chapter Eight

Rory opened the door to Wilder later that night. He entered the kitchen, removed his hat, strode to her, cupped her face in his hands, lowered his lips to hers, and kissed her slowly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his, then pulled her lips from his.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered.

“I’ve missed you too. It’s been so hard being away from you.”

“It feels like it’s hard now,” she said as she pushed her hips against him.

Wilder huffed out a laugh. “Darlin’, you have no idea just how hard.”

“Then take me to bed, cowboy.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and put her lips against his neck.

“I’m not going to make it that far if you don’t stop that.”

Rory laughed for the first time in hours.

“Well, if you can’t, the sofa is closer.”

“No way. We’re going to make it to the bedroom. I need every inch of that bed.”

“Let’s take this off,” she said as she let her legs down, tugged his T-shirt off over his head, and dropped it to the floor.

Wilder grinned. “I’ll return the favor when we get to the bedroom.”

He carried her down the hall, entered her bedroom, strode to the bed, placed her in the middle, and then lay down beside her.

“I am so damn hard for you,” he murmured above her lips before taking them in a deep kiss.

“I need you so much.”

“Same here, baby. Same here.”

She sat up and removed her shirt. She grinned when he scowled at her.

“I said I would do that.”

“I’m too horny. Come on.”

He burst out laughing. “Sure.”

She got out of bed, shimmied out of her lounge pants then got back on the bed. She laughed when he groaned.

“No panties?”

“Nope. I wanted to be ready for you.” She gasped when he moved his finger along her slit.

“Feels like you are.”

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Always.” He moved off the bed, took his gun from the back of his jeans, set it on the nightstand, then toed off his boots, stood, and shucked his jeans. He lay back down beside her, then pressed his lips to hers. He forced her lips apart and moved his tongue into her mouth, and she tangled hers with his then pulled back from him.

“Wilder? Please. I can’t wait anymore.”


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