Page 11 of Cherished By the Fearless Mountain Man

Her hand finds my chest, steadying herself against me.I shift again and wince with pain, but she doesn’t pull away.Instead, she leans into me, her hands threading through my hair, her tongue pushing past my lips.

“Are you okay?”she asks as I wince again when a sharp stab cuts through my leg.

I nod.“More than okay, Willa.”

She pulls back enough to study my face.“I should stop.You’re still healing, and I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not—”

“Not what?”My hand cups her cheek, and I let my thumb trace the curve of her jaw.“Not making me feel more alive than I have in months?I’ve wanted this since the day you walked into my cabin,” I whisper.“Wanted you since you started bossing me around about taking my medications and staying off my feet.”

A soft laugh escapes her lips.“I don’t boss you around.”

“You absolutely do.”I lean forward, ignoring the protest from my injured leg.“And I love every second of it.”

“Well, sure, because you don’t even listen to me.Climbing a ladder with that wound…” She shakes her head, but she’s still smiling like crazy.“I want you, too, Brock.So much.You’ve all I’ve thought about since I first set foot in here.But I’m your nurse.There are boundaries.”

“Boundaries,” I repeat, my lips brushing against hers.“What boundaries?”

She doesn’t answer.Instead, she closes the distance between us again, kissing me with the same hunger and need I’m feeling.When I shift and grunt softly from the pain, she breaks away with concern written across her face.

“We need to be more careful,” she murmurs, her hand still tangled in my hair.“I can’t have you reopening those sutures because of me.”

“Then you better follow the old adage aboutkiss and make better,” I say with a grin that makes her laugh.

“That’s not how medicine works, Brock.”

“Are you sure?Because I’m feeling remarkably better already.You’re doing a fantastic job as my home nurse, Willa.Taking care of me in ways I didn’t even know I needed.”

Her cheeks flush.“You’re making it very hard to stay professional when all I want to do is—” She stops and bites her bottom lip.

“All you want to do is what?”

She looks up at me, her eyes dark with desire.“When all I want to do is show you exactly how much I need you.But don’t report me to my superior, okay?I promise I’m a professional.You’re the only one who brings out this… this passion and pure need in me.The only one I’m willing to cross a boundary for.”

“Trust me, anything I’d put in a report about you would be X-rated, and I’m not about to give some administrator reasons to think about you the way I do.I don’t want anyone else knowing how incredible you are, how you make me feel, or getting any ideas about what’s mine.That report would give them reasons to notice you, and I’m selfish enough to want to keep you all to myself.”

“I’m yours?”

I nod.

She grins at me.“Well, in that case, what are you going to do about it?”

Something primal flares in my chest at her words.

“What am I going to do about it?”I repeat, my voice dropping to a rough whisper.“I’m going to show you exactly what being mine means.First, I’m going to kiss every inch of you until you forget every other man who’s ever so much as looked at you.”

She shivers in my arms, her hands fisting my shirt.“And then?”

“Then I’m going to spread your legs wide open and take you until you’ll never doubt who you belong to.”My lips trail down her neck, and I feel her tremble in my arms.“And tomorrow, when you go back out there to tend to other patients, you’re going to have my marks on your skin as a reminder that you’re mine, and mine only.”

“That’s very presumptuous,” she whispers, but she doesn’t stop me from kissing her.

“Is it?”I pull back to look at her.“Tell me I’m wrong, Willa.Tell me you don’t want to be mine.”

“I can’t tell you that.Because I do want to be yours.Completely.And I want you to do exactly what you promised me.”

“What part?I made a lot of promises.”

“The part about you spreading my legs open.”

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