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I buried my head in his chest. “That was something, mountain man.”

“That was just the beginning, baby.”

He shut off the water and wrapped me in a towel, taking his time drying me off.

“Your hair’s a mess,” he said fondly, grabbing another towel.

“Whose fault is that?”

“Let me fix it.”

He sat me on the closed toilet lid and dried my hair with surprising gentleness, his fingers working through the tangles. It was strangely intimate, this simple act of care.

“Where did you learn to do this?”

“I have a sister. She used to make me help with her hair when we were kids.”

I stood up, taking off the towel he’d wrapped around my body. “Are you ready to claim what’s yours, mountain man?”

CHAPTER SIX

LOGAN

Samantha’s body was slick and warm against mine as I carried her from the shower, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Her mouth found my neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and I swore under my breath, my grip tightening on her thighs. She had no idea what she did to me—how completely she unraveled me with a single look, a single word.

By the time I laid her down on the bed, I was barely holding on to my self-control. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her skin still damp and glowing, her hair splayed out across the pillow like a dark halo. “You’re gorgeous,” I said, my voice rough, almost unrecognizable.

She reached for me, her eyes full of trust. “Logan.”

I climbed onto the bed, settling between her thighs. She was already wet—her scent filled the air, sweet and intoxicating, and I couldn’t wait another second to taste her.

But first, I wanted to explore her. All of her.

I kissed her hard, my tongue sliding against hers as I let my hands roam over her body. Her skin was warm and soft beneath my palms, every curve and dip more amazing than the last. I started at her neck, kissing and nibbling the delicate skin there. My hands slid down her sides, brushing over her hips, her thighs, before moving back up to cup her breasts. They were soft and full, her nipples already hard and begging for my attention.I took one into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. She let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in my hair as I moved to the other, giving it the same treatment.

“That feels... oh my God.” She arched into my touch.

“You like that?” I teased her nipple with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “Please, don’t stop.”

I wouldn’t have stopped if the cabin had caught fire. Her skin was soft under my hands, her body trembling as I kissed my way down her stomach. When I reached the curve of her hips, I paused, looking up at her. Her chest was heaving, her eyes dark with want.

“I need to taste you.”

She nodded, biting her lip. “Yes.”

I kissed the inside of her thigh, working my way toward the heat between her legs. She was so wet, her pussy glistening, and the sight alone nearly made me come. I spread her open with my thumbs, leaning in to run my tongue over her clit. Her whole body jerked, a sharp cry escaping her lips.

“Fuck.” I licked her again, slower this time, circling her clit before dipping lower. My tongue slid along her folds, drinking her in, and she moaned, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.

“Oh, Logan,” she gasped, her hips rolling against my mouth. “That feels so good.”

I slid my hands under her ass, pulling her closer as I sucked on her clit, swirling my tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. She cried out, her hands fisting the sheets as I slid a finger inside her, then a second. She was so tight, her pussy gripping me as I worked her gently, curling my fingers to find the spot that made her gasp.

Her moans grew louder, her body tensing as I brought her closer to the edge. “Let go for me, sweetheart,” I murmured, my breath hot against her. “I want to feel you come.”

Her orgasm hit her hard, her body arching off the bed as she cried out my name. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers, soaking me with her release, and I didn’t stop tasting her or touching her until she was trembling, her hands tugging weakly at my hair.

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