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There was no rush this time, but he closed the door in case Cally woke up, taking his time with everything. He stopped shortly after, taking a deep breath as he gazed upon my form. I wanted this crazy and rugged man to devour me and I think he’d figured that out given the way his nostrils flared.

As he advanced, I felt more lightheaded than ever. Maybe a small part of me was still a bit crazy, but I no longer cared. This felt right. His smile was devious in a dark and delicious way.

Earlier, he’d forced me from my wet clothes, insisting I put on the warm terry robe I’d brought with me. It wasn’t particularly sexy, but at the point of shivering all over I hadn’t cared. Everything he’d done after the avalanche had been to protect me and Cally, including trying to keep us warm and safe.

There was something about the way a man pulled off his shirt that told a woman a lot about him. Jagger was the rugged type, not caring about his attire in the least. He yanked the thick material from the back where the label was, pitching it to the floor as he’d done before.

I rose onto my elbows, which prompted a head shake from the mountain man, but his eyes remained twinkling. He knew better than to try to push me but so far.

He was right. I was as stubborn as they came.

He’d removed his boots on the front porch; however, I had the pleasure of watching as he unfastened his jeans. His nostrils flared as he pulled the dense, damp material past his hips. I could watch him do this for a long time, but I knew that wasn’t an option.

The handsome guy might be able to learn a few new… tricks, but he’d never learn patience. It wasn’t even in his vocabulary. I bit my lower lip when he finally exposed his boxer shorts. They fit him like I’d never seen before. Cobalt blue. I wondered what he’d look like in red ones.

Fire engine red.

My pussy throbbed as he kicked off his jeans, sliding his thumbs under the elastic of his boxer shorts. His slight smile was shifted to a dusky expression of lust seconds later as he slowly lowered them down his muscular legs.

Now I was hot and wet all over.

There was no flair in his actions, no suave moment of trying to impress me.

Just him taking what he wanted.

Which was exactly what I needed.

Him.

Every single inch of his hard body pressed against mine.

CHAPTER 16

Jagger

Bella’s hair glistened in the soft lighting. Her lush skin shimmered in the glow. After almost losing her, being this close felt entirely different. She had to be exhausted, yet the look on her face screamed of need and desire.

The fresh kiss of dawn, as my mother used to call it, wasn’t far away, but neither one of us would sleep. Not with the other in the room.

As I planted one knee onto the bed, she rose onto hers. The look on her face was also different. She was no longer searching, but accepting the broken man I’d become. Maybe I had no right to think of myself in that way any longer.

The memory had almost derailed me. I’d sworn that would never happen again.

Maybe I also needed to stop making promises to myself because I sucked at keeping them. Like not allowing Bella to crawl undermy skin. She had done that with the precision of a pro. Then again, I hadn’t fought too hard.

I allowed my gaze to fall way too slowly down her lilac terry robe. It wasn’t sexy on a hanger, but on her, a knapsack would look delicious. She had that way about her. Sexy in every moment.

Including when she had been saving life and limb herself earlier in the day.

“The robe is hot,” I told her.

“It is a little warm in here.” She fanned her face.

“That’s not what I mean, lady.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I said as I reached for the sash, slowly untying it, “that you look damn hot in it, but you’d look better completely out of it.”

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