Page 142 of Beneath the Mountain Sky

“Might be?” I nip at the corner of her lip. “I must not be very good at my job, then.”

Distracting Willow from every reason she has to disappear into herself will always be my top priority. This woman means more than anything else to me. More than McBride Timber. More than my role as the unofficial patriarch on the mountain. More than any personal desire I might ever have.

She can have whatever she wants right now—and always.

I kiss her deeply, and Willow groans and lifts her legs to wrap them around my waist, aligning my cock along her scalding core. Even the cold river water can’t douse her heat or my need for this woman. After everything she suffered, the memories that continue to come back and haunt her, she’s still the same woman I fell in love with all those years ago.

The one I’ve missed.

The one I prayed would return and give me a second chance.

Strong. Determined. Stubborn as hell at times.

And now that I have her back, I’ll do anything to ensure she’s safe and happy.

I squeeze her ass, moving her so she can feel how impossibly hard she has me. “Everything’s going to be okay, Honeybee. I promise.”

She murmurs against my lips. “I know you believe that.”

“I don’t believe that; I know it. You and me. I won’t make the same mistake again. I told you once, and I’ll say it again until you believe it—whatever you want, whatever you need, I’ll give it to you until the day I die.”

Her gaze softens, and she runs her hands through my wet hair. “I know you will.”

“What do you need right now?”

She shivers and laughs. “I need to get out of this cold water.” Her legs tighten around my waist, and she rubs against me, letting the head of my cock catch just inside her cunt. “And I need you.”

18

KILLIAN

Well, fuck.

I intended to distract her. To draw her from the depths of whatever darkness woke her in the night and brought her out here. I hadn’t set out to fuck her. But with her in my arms like this, needy and begging for it, she knows damn well I won’t deny her.

Like I ever stood a chance to resist…

It hasn’t happened yet.

And I’m not about to start letting this woman down when my entire purpose in life is to see her smile, to watch her enjoy life, to be happy and content.

That won’t happen here in the river with the chilly water lapping at our naked skin, raising goosebumps across every inch of our bodies.

I need full, unfettered access to her.

We need this moment.

The moon shines down on us as I stalk out of the water with Willow in my arms. Her legs stay wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me pinned to her. Every step rubs my cock along her slick, hot core, and she groans into my mouth as she kisses me hard. A greedy taking of precisely what she asked for.

All of me.

She already has it.

It’s been hers for so long that I barely remember what it felt like not to love Willow May.

The sharp bite of the cool night air hitting our wet skin doesn’t seem to faze her, and I couldn’t give a fuck right now.

Not with her crushed against me.