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“Here!” I call back, relief flooding through me.

Garrett materializes from the white darkness, grabbing my arms. “Are you okay? I was coming to get you - that tree nearly hit your cabin.”

“I’m fine. Just cold. The power...”

“I know. Come on.”

He keeps hold of my arm as he guides me to his cabin. Warm firelight spills from his windows, and I’ve never seen anything more welcoming.

Inside, the heat from his fireplace wraps around me. I step out of my snow-covered boots and shrug off my coat.

Garrett makes a rough sound in his throat.

His eyes lock onto me as I hang up my coat, and the look in them makes me freeze. Pure predator. Like he wants to devour me whole.

“Turn around.” His voice is low, commanding. When I hesitate, his eyes darken. “Slowly.” As he says it he takes his own coat off, and I realize he was bare-chested underneath it, with only sweatpants and untied boots on now.

The firelight illuminates every one of his finely chiseled muscles, and I can feel a pulsing sensation in my core.

I do as he asks, the silk nightgown swishing against my thighs. His sharp intake of breath sends a shiver down my spine.

“Do you have any idea,” he stalks toward me, each step deliberate, “what seeing you in this does to me?” His hand catches my hip, spinning me to face him. “What you do to me?”

Before I can respond, his mouth crashes into mine. There’s nothing gentle about this kiss - it’s possession, claiming. His hands tangle in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss while pressing me against the wall.

“Been fighting this for weeks,” he growls against my mouth. “Fighting how badly I want to touch you.” His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips. “Taste you.” He pulls me hard against him. “Make you mine.”

“Garrett...”

“Say it again.” He nips at my bottom lip. “Love how my name sounds on your tongue.”

When I try to touch him, he catches my wrists, pinning them above my head with one large hand. The other traces down my throat, following the neckline of my nightgown.

“Not yet,” he murmurs. “First I’m going to worship every inch of this body you’ve been tempting me with.”

His free hand slides down my side, bunching the silk at my hip. “First rule,” he says against my throat, “you don’t come until I say.” His teeth graze my pulse point. “Understand?”

I nod, already breathless.

“Words, Rachel.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” The praise has heat rushing to where my thighs meet. This is a side of Garrett I haven’t seen before. And I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

He releases my wrists only to lift me, carrying me to his bed. The mattress is soft beneath my back as he covers my body with his. His weight pins me down, making me feel deliciously trapped.

“Been dreaming about this,” he says, running his nose along my neck. “About how you’d look spread out on my bed.” His hand slides up my thigh, pushing the silk higher. “About the sounds you’d make when I touch you.”

When I reach for him again, he catches both my wrists, pinning them beside my head. “Keep these here. Don’t move them.”

The command in his voice makes me whimper. He rewards me with a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. I give it willingly, arching up against him.

“So responsive,” he groans. “So perfect.”

His mouth moves to my neck, leaving marks that I’ll feel tomorrow. One hand slides under the silk of my nightgown, calluses catching on sensitive skin. When he reaches my breast, I gasp.

“Like that?” He pinches lightly. “Want more?”

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