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“Yes, oh, yes.” Her eyes were bright, her lips parted as she nodded. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t plan to. My fingers dipped lower, sliding easily through her wetness before teasing her entrance. She gasped, her head falling back as I slipped one finger inside.

“God, you’re so tight.” The words slipped out unbidden. “So perfect.”

“Logan...” Her voice was barely a whisper, her fingers dug into my shoulders as I added a second finger, stretching her slowly. Her pussy clenched around me, her hips rocking against my hand as if she couldn’t get enough.

I kept my movements steady, my thumb circling her clit in time with the thrusts of my fingers. She was drenched, her wetness coating my hand, and it only made me want to give her more.

“That’s it, Samantha. Come all over my hand, baby.” My voice was rough.

Her body trembled, her breath catching in her throat as she reached the edge. When she came, it was with a cry, her thighs squeezing around my hand, her pussy pulsing as waves of pleasure rippled through her. I watched her face, captivated by her features, male satisfaction that I’d given her that traveling through me.

When she finally stilled, I grabbed the top of the sleeping bag and wrapped her in it. She smiled, her cheeks still flushed as she curled into me. “I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she admitted, her voice tinged with wonder.

I kissed her temple, pulling the sleeping bag around us. “There’s a lot I want to show you, Samantha. But we’ve got time.”

She sighed contentedly, her body relaxing against mine as we settled into the quiet intimacy of the night. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees. She snuggled closer, tucking her head under my chin. Her curves molded against me, soft and warm, stirring a hunger I had never felt before.

“Logan?” she murmured, already half asleep.

“Hmm?”

“Next time can I see the stars in the sky?”

I laughed softly, a sound and feeling that was far too foreign to me. I tightened my arms around her. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

As Samantha’s breathing evened out into sleep, I realized something. I was falling for my mail-order bride.

CHAPTER FIVE

SAMANTHA

After another hike on Lone Mountain, I’d learned three things. I was terrible at identifying edible plants, surprisingly good at starting fires, and completely, hopelessly in love with Logan Miller.

Today’s survival group had been intense—a bunch of hardcore preppers who took everything way too seriously. By the time we got back to the cabin, every muscle in my body ached and I was covered in dirt from a failed attempt at building a shelter.

“You’re getting better,” Logan said as I stumbled through his door.

“Liar.” But I smiled. “I’m pretty sure those guys think I’m the example of what not to do in the wilderness.”

He caught my arm as I headed for the shower. “Hey. You did good today. Most city folks wouldn’t even try half the stuff you’re attempting.”

The praise warmed me more than it should have. “Thanks. Though right now, all I want to attempt is getting clean. I’ve got dirt in places dirt should never be.”

“Need help with that?”

My heart stopped, then started racing. His voice had dropped an octave, and the look in his eyes made my knees weak.

“Are you offering to wash my back, mountain man?”

Instead of answering, he stepped closer, backing me against the bathroom door. “Among other things.”

The kiss was gentle at first, a question more than a demand. But when I opened for him, it quickly became something else. Something hungry and deep that made me forget about being tired or sore.

He followed me into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. Steam filled the small space as the water heated up, making everything feel dreamlike. When his hands slid under my dirty shirt, I shivered despite the warmth. His touch was gentle but sure, each brush of his fingers leaving trails of heat on my skin.

“We don’t have to,” he murmured against my neck.

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