Page 31 of Forbidden Ride
I pick up my pace, hurrying as quickly as I can in the heavy snow, but my boots aren’t moving fast enough.
Chapter Thirteen
“William.” Her voiceechoes through the valley. My cheeks sting in the cold. I break into a grin.
She came back to me.
Jenny’s arms are wide open. She’s running. I’m running, and we’re both slipping and stumbling. It’s like a scene from a goddamn movie, and I laugh.
“You’re a vision,” I shout, my voice ricocheting through the quiet world.
“I missed you too much,” she yells. Her laugh rings through the valley. “I had to come back.” Her smile lights up the sun as she runs, coming closer and closer until, finally, we reach each other. I hook my arms around her waist.
Home.I’m home. I bury my nose in her silky hair, breathing in her lavender shampoo. I hold her tight against my chest and then tip her chin up and kiss her while waves of heat pour through me. She’s mine.
“William,” she purrs against my lips. I trace her lower lip with my tongue and kiss her again, ready to throw her down in this snow and make love to her here and now. I kiss her flushed cheeks, her lips, neck, and chin, like she’s been gone for a thousand years. And that’s what last night felt like without her, a fucking thousand-year night.
She wraps her arms around my waist, plastering herself against me, and I lift her. With her feet in the air, we spin together and fall to the snowy ground laughing.
On top of me with a hand on either side, Jenny bends and kisses my nose. “Like I was saying”—she smirks—“I missed you.”
“I couldn’t sleep last night,” I confess, captive to her emerald eyes. “Jesus, I think you’ve turned me into mush.”
“I like mushy mountain men.” She chuckles, kissing my nose again. “I felt like I was somewhere I shouldn’t be. Like something was wrong with the world.”
“There was.” I reach around her and tug, flipping her over so I’m on top. “I have you right where I want you now.”
“Do you see me fighting?” She grins. “I’m not going anywhere. I like you on top.” She slaps my butt.
“Maybe we need more practice with you on top.” I moan at the thought and kiss all the way down her neck to the top of her coat. “What do you say we get this off?” I tug at the collar with my teeth.
“I like the way you think.” She laughs, wriggling underneath me, and then scrambles to her feet. “Clothes off stat, mountain-cowboy man,” she teases, taking off for my cabin. I hurry and catch up just as she trips on something buried under the snow.
“I have a better idea,” I say, catching her before she falls, and lift her into my arms.
With a laugh, she grabs my shoulders and hangs on. I nuzzle into her hair and then race up the porch steps two at a time. I bust through the door, kicking it all the way open, and set her down on the couch.
