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“You got it.” Mack smiles as he snatches the keys from the air and heads back inside. By the look in his eyes, I know he understands. He’s never been happier since Aimee came into his life.

“Let’s get out of here,” I tell Leesa. She follows me toward my truck, toward our future, and for the first time in years, I’m truly happy.

This woman.My woman.

CHAPTER 11

LEESA

The cabin’s wooden beams glow warm and familiar in the golden light of early evening. I’m still floating from our conversation earlier, the words lingering in my chest like a spark ready to catch fire.

Jax held my hand on the drive back, his thumb tracing slow circles on my skin.

Now, as he holds the door open for me, his intense gaze meets mine, and a shiver runs through me.

The cabin feels different tonight. It’s not just a place of refuge anymore. The Lodge is going to be—is now—my home. My heart beats faster, anticipation curling through me.

“What was so important?” I ask, turning to him with a teasing smile.

Jax steps closer, his boots scuffing softly against the wooden floor. “This.”

Jax kisses me, and suddenly, there’s nothing else in the world. Our kiss is tender for a moment, and then I open my mouthto him, his tongue probing and demanding. I moan as my body responds with a deep, erotic ache. I’ve been attracted to him since he found me, and I’m done fighting it, done doubting if it’s real. Itisreal.Weare real.

I gasp as his hands slide to my waist and down to my ass. His strong hands grip my cheeks and pull me tight against his body. My fingers find the rough texture of his flannel shirt, gripping it as the room tilts around us. He grinds his hips against me, his hard, thick length pressing against my stomach.

“Leesa,” Jax murmurs, his voice rough and low. He runs his fingers through my hair, and I instinctively push my head into his hands. “I’ve wanted this for so long. From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you would be mine.”

My heart clenches, joy and longing surging through me. “Jax,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Show me.”

His lips claim mine again, and there’s no hesitation this time. The passion of our kiss is a fire that burns away every doubt, every fear. My entire body vibrates with a hunger that makes me realize I never knew what desire was until I met Jax. It’s like a switch has been flipped inside me, and a new, more profound level of need is activated. I’m scared by the intensity of my feelings, but I’m more scared of shying away and not experiencing this.

My hands find the hem of his tshirt, and he helps me pull it off. The sight of him takes my breath away—all muscled strength and scars. I trace each mark with my fingertips, leaning forward and gently kissing the slightly raised skin.

When he undresses me, it’s with aching tenderness. Each newly revealed inch of skin gets kissed, caressed, worshipped. I archbeneath his touch, lost in the sensations he’s creating. I want to be consumed by him.

“Jax,” I gasp as his hands and mouth work magic on my body. “Please.”

He raises his head to look at me, and the love in his eyes makes my heart skip. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“You,” I manage. “Just you.”

I’ve never felt so completely cherished, desired, or beautiful.

The quilt on his bed crumples beneath us as he lays me down, his weight settling over me in a way that’s protective and thrilling. His lips trail along my jaw, down my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. He pauses, his breath warm against my collarbone, and I can feel the restraint in him, the way he’s holding himself back.

“Jax,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair. “I need to feel you inside me.”

“Fuck. Leesa…” Jax groans as he stands and quickly undresses. His thick cock springs up, and I bite my lip when I see how big he is.This is going to be so much fun…

He groans softly, the sound vibrating through me, and any lingering hesitation melts away. His hands roam my body like he’s memorizing every curve, every soft gasp and shiver. I surrender completely, knowing that I’ve finally met a man who deserves me and whose love I crave.

My fingers tremble as I explore him, my palms mapping the ridges of his chest and the taut lines of his abdomen. Every scar is a story that I can’t wait to learn. I lift my head up and acknowledge each one with a lingering kiss. Beneath mytouch, his muscles flex. His masculine scent wraps around me, intoxicating me and increasing my need for him.

Jax moves his body and lowers his head to my breast, taking my nipple between his lips and sucking hard, the tip of his tongue teasing and teasing me.

“Yes,” I moan, running my fingers through Jax’s light hair. My body arches and squirms under him, my core slick and ready for him. A fire of hungry need burns across my skin.

Jax moves his hands lower on my body, his thumbs pressing slow, deliberate circles that send shockwaves through me. My breathing hitches as he moves lower, tracing the curve of my stomach, then going lower and dipping into my molten heat. Jax lifts his head to kiss my mouth, then moves his mouth to brush against the sensitive hollow of my throat. My heart races as I pull Jax down over my body.

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