Page 29 of Forbidden Passions

“No, they won’t, but I don’t have any that will fit you. But you will dress for the weather.”

I grinned. “Oh, goody. I get to borrow more of your clothes.”

His gaze dipped, just for a second, and then he gave me that look. The one that started in his eyes and ended with a tightening in my core.

“Maybe,” he murmured, stepping closer, “I prefer you out of my clothes.”

Wetness pooled between my thighs. I clutched the flannel shirt tighter to my chest. “Does that mean you want to crawl back into bed with me?”

“Yes.” The word was low. Gruff. Honest.

I walked up to him, slowly unbuttoning the flannel shirt I wore. Once in front of him, I dropped it at our feet, standing naked before him. “See? That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

“No,” he said, his voice darkening. “But it’s not happening.”

“Why not?” I pouted, reaching for him.

His eyebrow rose again, the corner of his mouth tugging up like he was amused and irritated all at once. “Do you really think you’re ready to go another round with me, Callie?”

I felt the answer before I could speak—his cock, hard and hot, pressing into my belly as he pulled me flush against him. Desire surged, curling like a flame inside me.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Liar,” he said, brushing his lips over mine.

One hand cupped my breast, his thumb circling, then pinching until I gasped. The other slipped between my thighs. “You’re still tender,” he said, the words vibrating against my mouth. “Even this is almost too much.”

I whimpered, knees going weak.

And then, with maddening control, he broke the kiss and sat me gently back on my feet.

“Go get dressed,” he ordered, low and rough. “Be a good girl, and I’ll take you for a walk.”

I bent to pick up the discarded flannel shirt, and the instant I straightened, his palm landed on my ass with a sharp smack.

I yelped. “Spoilsport.”

“Move,” he growled.

Chuckling, I headed back inside, heart thundering, skin flushed.

Ten minutes later, I emerged wearing another pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, a pair of his thick socks and my hiking shoes. Gabriel stood waiting on the porch, arms crossed, approval in his eyes even if his mouth didn’t say it.

“See?” I said. “Properly dressed. Sort of.”

He didn’t smile. “I still prefer you naked.”

“Noted.” I winked.

“Put this on.” He held out a waterproof jacket and I slipped into it. Before I could fasten it, he was there, doing it for me. I didn’t think it was an accident that his knuckles brushed the curve of my unbound breasts. I hid my smile, but my heart thumped happily.

As we started down the steps, Max got up, his tail wagging as he started to follow us. “Uh uh,” I told him, grabbing his collar and leading him back into the cabin. “Not this time, baby. You’re staying.”

He whined.

“I mean it.” I crouched and scratched him behind his ears. “You got scared last time, remember? I need you to guard the cabin. Okay?”

He gave me a look like he wanted to protest, but ultimately went inside.

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