Page 83 of Love Me Dangerous

I shrug. From the hearth, an ember pops. “Alaska is a land of extremes. A place that’s truly wild. There are still huge tracts of land only accessible by bush plane.”

“There are wild areas down here, too. The Bitterroots have almost no roads, and access is super limited.”

“I’ll bet it’s pretty out there. Quiet.”

“Tell me what you love about Alaska.”

I think about home and the fireweed that grows so tall it used to swallow William. “Summers. Berry picking. Mountain biking. My best friend Sawyer.”

“Do you keep in touch with him?”

I set her foot down and draw the other one into my lap. Her skin is so soft, even here. “Yeah. He’s keeping an eye on things for me.”

“Your brother.”

I have the urge to tell her everything. Just let it all unspool like a ball of yarn. But it means revealing things about my past I don’t have words for.

“Yeah.”

“He must miss you so much,” Sofie says.

“He’s in good hands.”

She moans as I dig into a taut line of tendon, her eyes fluttering closed for an instant. “Kind of like me right now.”

“Happy to be of service.”

She gives me a sly smile. “Is that what drives you?”

I tug on her little toe. “Want to find out?”

The flickering firelight on her soft cheeks is so pretty, but there’s apprehension in her gaze. A reminder that she deserves the very best care.

Am I capable of that, or is there too much wildness pent up inside me?

I reach for her hand and gently urge her toward me, then lift her knee over my lap. When she settles in, her thighs hugging mine and her body grazing my growing erection, my craving for more starts to spin out of control.

Sofie’s knees tense against me, like she’s feelingit too.

I reach up to cradle her face and tug her to me for a kiss. Her soft lips embrace mine. I lose myself in the sweetness of her mouth and her little tongue flicking against mine, the subtle arch of her hips adding friction and a sharp heat that starts to pulse through me. I caress her bottom and tug her closer. The contact makes me groan.

She sighs and arches her body to me, like she needs more, too. Her delicate fingers slide up the hem of my shirt, and I let her tug it over my head. In the fire’s soft glow, she takes me in, caressing over my chest, my shoulders, and down my stomach.

She leans toward me for another kiss. Her touch on my bare skin is like warm silk. Gentle yet eager. Has she been dreaming of these moments the way I have?

I slide my fingers back and forth along her lower back, under her sweater. She’s so smooth and strong. I picture a warrior princess, or a goddess, with her long hair flowing in the wind and her steady gaze meeting whatever challenges stand in her path.

But there’s the tender, feminine parts of her, too. The nurturing, caring person who sees the best in people, even when they fail her.

I swirl my tongue with hers and ease her sweater up. She helps by raising her arms. Even in the darkness, her curves are a work of art—from her strong, lean shoulders to her soft, round tits to the tiny outline of her navel. I trace down the wide lace strap of her top, marveling how the soft pink complements her pale skin.

“Did you wear this for me?” I meet her gaze.

She smiles, her mouth twitching like she’s fighting back the urge to be shy. “Yeah.”

“Does it match what’s under here?” I caress over her bottom.

“Want to find out?”

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