Page 87 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bride

Fuck.

Like I could ever deny her anything after she said that to me. After she promised to stand at my side, even though I don’t deserve it and it’s going to expose her to the kind of ruthless evil that shouldn’t exist in this world.

I kiss her deeply again, drawing her against me fully as her hand finally finds my hard cock. The soft, sensual brush of her palm along my sensitive skin makes sparks shoot through me. I groan into her mouth, shifting to grant her better access, and she throws her leg across my hip, dragging my lower body against her despite the barrier still existing between us.

Her frantic need spurs something primal inside me. The desire to give her everything, to make her feel like she’s flying away from all the trouble I’ve created for her.

But I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing when it comes to women, when it comes tothis.

It doesn’t mean I won’t fucking try, though.

I retreat from her and shift to my knees as she rolls onto her back again, watching me expectantly.

In all the years I’ve lived up here in seclusion, all the nights I spent alone in this bed with my demons, I never dreamed I’d have a stunning, intelligent, frustrating, determined, infuriating woman like Lyla spread out before me, offering herself to me with so much trust and patience and affection in her gaze.

I’ll never believe I deserve any of it, but I won’t make her beg.

I reach for her shorts and slowly drag them down her legs, exposing her black thong. My eyes zero in on it—so lacy and delicate. Just like the woman wearing it

Beautiful.

Silky.

Soft.

Far too lovely for the likes of me to have my rough, callused hands against her unblemished skin.

I hesitate for a moment, looking at her, that same voice in my brain that always told me to run from anyone who might hurt me, screaming at me to get off this bed before I expose myself.

Lyla lifts her hand and lays it over mine, directing it to the lacy material, dragging me out of my own head and back into the present.

Here.

Now.

I pull on the thin waistband and slide it down her legs, tossing it off the edge of the bed and fully exposing her to me. “Christ, Lyla.”

She reaches for the hem of her shirt and tugs it up and off, letting the material fall onto the bedspread beside her. Her breasts peek out from a sports bra she pulls off just as quickly, freeing them and stealing my breath.

My hand shakes as I skim it along her inner thigh, and her body quivers under my touch, goosebumps pebbling on her skin. She opens her legs wider to show me her arousal already glistening at the apex.

She does want this.

Needs it.

Needs me.

No matter how unprepared I might be, how confident I am that I’ll probably fuck this up, I have to at least try to give it to her.

I glide my finger through her slick core and over her clit. Her body jerks, her hands clenching the comforter under her.

“Silas.” My name comes out like a plea. “Please…”

“I’ll take care of you, Lyla.”

It’s a promise I mean.

I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, to make sure she’s happy at this moment. As much as I can, I’ll try to be the type of man a woman like her deserves tonight, even if it’s far beyond my reach.

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