Page 128 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bride

Pure love shines in her eyes.

The way no one else has ever looked at me in my entire life.

She wraps her arms around my neck, twining my hair around her finger and tugging on it gently. “I might be persuaded, but only under one condition.”

“Yeah. What’s that?”

Because I would doanythingthis woman asks of me.

Literally anything.

If she told me to ride Lasher down to the river stark naked and wade into the middle of it to catch her a damn fish with my bare hands, I wouldn’t stop until I came back with a whole fucking bucketful.

“We eat something first.” She drops a quick peck on my lips. “I’m absolutely starving.”

My cock twitches between us, and I grin at her, picturing her spread out naked on the bed, her pussy glistening and exposed, waiting for me to devour her.

She narrows her eyes. “What’s that look for?”

“Oh, Idefinitelyplan on eating before we get into the bath. And I have something for you, too.”

Her jaw drops, and I take a step back and lower my shoulder, throwing her up over it. She yelps in surprise, dangling over my shoulder, her face near my ass, my arm banded over her thighs to keep her in place.

“Silas Bolton, put me down.”

Shaking my head, I stalk back toward the cabin. “No fucking way.”

She smacks my ass as hard as she can, but it barely registers. “Put. Me. Down.”

The annoyance and hint of anger in her voice only spur me on because she’s fucking beautiful when she’s all worked up.

“I will put you down when we get to the bed.” Her peal of laughter makes me grin as I take the steps up to the porch. “Are you done fighting me?”

Tiny fists hit my back, but I shove open the door, march over to the bed, and toss her onto it. She bounces with another little yelp of surprise but doesn’t have time to react before I’m on her, pressing my body over hers and kissing her deeply.

My tongue glides along her lips, begging for entrance, needing to taste her even more when she’s being so playful and feisty with me. The entire energy around here shifted as soon as we got home, falling back into a routine of busy days working together on the property and heated nights tangled up in this bed…or on the chair in front of a roaring fire…or in the hay in the barn…

It’s the kind of life I never knew existed.

She’s the kind ofwomanI didn’t think could ever be real.

But she’smine.

Mywife.

Lyla moans and wraps her legs around my lower back, pressing the heels of her shoes into me there. “We are getting the bed filthy.”

I pull back slightly. “That’s the plan.”

She laughs and shakes her head, her dark hair fanned out around her on the pillow like a halo. “No, I mean your boots, my shoes. I was just in the goat pen…”

“We can wash the sheets and comforter. Now, for the love of God, let me getyoudirty.”

She stares up at me for a moment like she doesn’t recognize me, scraping her nails against my cheeks through my beard.

“What is it?”

Her lips tilt up into a sultry smile. “You.” Her fingers glide across my lips. “When I met you, you were so shut down, and now, you’re…”

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