Page 67 of Entangled with a Mountain Man

No more missions, no more danger.

But that's not who I am. And Kenzie knows it.

Kenzie leans, her eyes searching mine. "Everett...please…"

The sound of my name on her lips feels like her soul calling out to mine. Our lips meet, soft at first, then with growing urgency.

I kiss her, pouring everything I can't say into the contact. She responds instantly, her body melting into mine. The kiss deepens, hunger and desperation fueling our movements.

My body presses into hers. She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her. The sound ignites a fire in my veins.

"Kenzie," I breathe against her skin. "I want you. But if we do this..."

She pulls back, meeting my gaze. "I know the risks, Everett. I want this. I want you."

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SURRENDER

KENZIE

I stand with my heart racing as Everett's eyes lock with mine. The air between us crackles with electricity, every nerve in my body alive and humming. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing my cheek so gently it almost hurts.

"Kenzie," he whispers, my name a prayer on his lips.

I lean into his touch, closing my eyes for a moment. When I open them, the intensity in his gaze takes my breath away. There's a vulnerability there I've never seen before, a raw need that mirrors my own.

"Everett," I breathe, stepping closer. "I..."

Words fail me, but my body speaks volumes. I press myself against him, feeling the solid warmth of his chest, the steady beat of his heart. His arms wrap around me, strong and sure, and I melt into his embrace.

Our lips meet in a kiss that's both tender and desperate. It's a conversation without words, every brush of lips and slide of tongues saying what we can't bring ourselves to voice. I pour everything I feel into that kiss—my fears, my hopes, my growing love for this man and his daughters.

Everett's hands roam my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into him, a soft moan escaping me. He pulls back, resting his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.

I nod, cupping his face in my hands. "I've never been surer of anything in my life."

That's all it takes. Everett lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me into the bedroom. The door slams around us, and we both hold still, listening for the girls. But when the silence lingers, Everett's mouth claims mine in a fierce, demanding kiss.

My back arches, pressing harder against him. His cock throbs between us, straining against the fabric of his pants, and I can't help but rub against him.

His tongue slides along mine as his hands knead my ass, and I moan, needing more.

"Everett..."

"Patience, Kenz..."

He glides his hands up my thighs and under my dress with a sinister chuckle. I gasp as he presses me harder against the door. His cock grinds against my core through our layers of clothing, and I let out a desperate moan.

Everett groans, his fingers digging into my flesh with a sweet ache as he pulls me impossibly closer. I roll my hips to feel every inch of his cock against me.

Then his kisses trail up my neck. The warmth of his lips, the moisture of his tongue, and I try not to beg. This is torture. The worst kind. The kind that only leads to death.

I cup his head, plunging my fingers through his thick hair, pressing into him. Sucking his tongue, intoxicated by the taste of him.

He growls against my mouth, a deep rumbling from his chest that travels down my spine, vibrating through my core. I moan into the kiss, my legs squeezing tighter, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

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