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M istake or not, it was too late now. This date was on.

I braced myself and stepped outside, watching Emmet’s powerful body unfold from the driver’s side.

A panty-melting grin stretched across his face as he jogged up the stairs to greet me with a kiss just to the side of my lips.

“Damn, Angel. You look gorgeous,” he murmured, taking my hand and walking me to the passenger’s side door.

“Thanks, um, you too,” I whispered, my heart just about beating me to death.

“You think I look gorgeous?” he asked, his grin going even wider.

“Shut up. You know you’re hot,” I replied and rolled my eyes.

Emmet chuckled as he helped me into the seat, his massive hands circling my hips.

“Buckle up,” he instructed and walked back to his side.

Maybe if I just ignored that part of me that was extra , I could have some fun tonight. That sounded like a good plan to me.

But when I watched him shift the truck into drive and turn towards me, that smile still dancing across his handsome face, my gaze caught his. And I saw it again. The black wolf.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Yep. Um, where are we going?” I asked, licking my lips nervously.

Emmet followed the movement with his eyes, and he made a noise like a cross between a growl and groan, and holy shit, it was like an electric current zipped straight through my body, making me clench my thighs tightly together.

“My place. I’m cooking you dinner,” he said.

Oh wow. His place. Yeah. I could do that. I could be normal and eat a meal with a hot cowboy. Sure. No problem.

The conversation to his cabin centered around food and what Emmet would be cooking for us tonight.

“I’ll have you know I cook for the boys three times a week,” he said, winking at me.

“The boys?”

“The Crew. Well, I guess there’s a girl in it now, too, if you count Pen.”

“Penelope works on the ranch?” I asked, shocked.

“Um, well, not exactly. But she’s engaged to Max, so that means she’s Crew,” he said, as if that cleared it all up.

“Well, I’m just really impressed you can cook. I never met a man who could,” I said as he led the way into the tidy little kitchen.

“Then prepare to be astounded,” he said with a wink and went to wash his hand after guiding me to a chair at the eat in counter.

“So, you live here full time?” I asked, liking the warmth of his cabin.

It was an honest to goodness log cabin. A little larger than my doublewide and without the crappy appliances and drafty windows.

“Yeah. Do you, uh, like it?” he asked, rinsing off some broccoli in a metal colander and setting it aside.

“I do. Very much so,” I whispered.

The furniture appeared to be made out of wood, and the appliances were stainless-steel and looked to be new. Everything matched, which was like a secret dream of mine.

There was a large leather couch and a big screen TV in the living room.

A small table set with two chairs was set up in what I assumed was a dining room.

The floor plan was open, so it was not easy to tell where one room started or stopped, but it worked.

A staircase sat in the far corner, and I assumed it led to the bedroom.

Gulp.

My cheeks heated just thinking that and Emmet’s gaze flashed to mine.

“I’ll give you a tour after dinner if you like,” he said, and I nodded.

He worked quickly and confidently, and I wondered if that was just the way he did everything.

“What are you doing with that?” I asked, watching as he slid a long filleting knife inside a large turkey London broil.

“I’m going to stuff it with garlic butter and herbs,” he informed me, and I watched, impressed, as he did just that.

Emmet seasoned the meat liberally with salt, pepper, and a drizzle of EVOO. Then he took a box of pasta out of the pantry and set a pot with water on the stove to boil.

Next, he placed the turkey under the broiler and removed a cube of cheddar cheese from the fridge.

“Wine or beer?” he asked, pulling a chilled bottle of Chardonnay from a local vineyard out of the fridge.

“Sure,” I replied, nodding at the wine.

Emmet poured, and I sipped, and twenty minutes later, he dished up beautifully cooked slices of turkey and heaping scoops of macaroni with cheese and broccoli.

We sat side by side at the counter, instead of utilizing the table, and I had to admit, I liked this better. My blood hummed in my veins, attraction simmering between us.

Every time I moved, I felt him beside me. His big body was so close, but still not close enough. It was the most delicious sort of foreplay.

“This is amazing,” I moaned around another perfect bite of pasta.

“You can say that again,” he replied, his eyes glued to my lips.

“Sorry. I’m making a pig out of myself,” I murmured, covering my mouth with my hand while I reached for a napkin.

His hand shot out, lightning fast, and he closed his long fingers around my wrist, stopping my progress.

“You’re perfect, Angel. Don’t ever say different,” he growled, his eyes blazing with emotion or something .

“Emmet,” I whispered his name, swaying closer to him.

His eyes darkened and for a minute it was there again, the wolf from my visions. But then he closed the distance between us, covering my lips with his, and every thought I had left my brain.

Emmet’s kiss was addicting. My entire body shivered with need as I turned on my stool to get better access to him. He groaned against my lips, grabbing me by the waist and hauling me onto his lap.

“I’m too heavy,” I gasped right before his tongue invaded my mouth.

He growled, biting my lower lip lightly. Soothing the hurt with his tongue, he squeezed my soft body tightly against his.

And. I. Was. So. Turned. On.

His big hands grabbed my ass and Emmet dragged me closer, forcing my legs wide as I straddled him. I felt the hard evidence of his need pulse against my core.

I wanted him so badly. It had been a long time for me, and this? This was more than I’d hoped for.

“You feel so fucking good, Angel. I want you so badly. Will you let me?”

“Will I let you?” I parroted the question back at him.

His hands never stopped moving, cupping my ass, sliding up my sides to caress my aching breasts. I hissed as he slid them over my soft belly, right where my stomach bulged over my jeans, but he kept on going, growling like he liked what he felt.

Hell, I knew he liked it. I could feel his cock thumping against me, making me squirm. And oh damn, but I needed him, too. Just as badly.

“Will you let me have you, Angel?” he asked, his emerald eyes glittering in the semi-darkness of the cabin.

The world seemed frozen as I weighed my options. But really, it was hardly a choice. I felt my head bob with my nod before I heard his whispered “Thank fuck.”

Then he stood up with me in his arms, and they tightened like steel bands around me, holding all my pieces together.

All the while his lips never stopped moving. It was like he was drinking me in, sharing himself in a passionate exchange, and my mind went blank as I rode the wave of yearning desire that threatened to wash me away.

God, how I wanted the sweet, blissful oblivion his touches promised.

Emmet’s chest rumbled as he groaned, walking with me wrapped around him like an anaconda to those stairs I’d spied earlier.

I knew I was too heavy for this, but he lifted me like I was light as a feather. And I appreciated it. Hell, I appreciated all of his muscled perfection and strength as he took the stairs without ever breaking our kiss.

Desire filled me as I begged him for more with every moan and slide of my stroke, every wiggle of my body against his.

His heavy palm flattened against my back, between my shoulder blades as he laid me down on the bed before sliding to my waist.

“Off,” he growled, unbuckling my jeans and tugging them off my hips, taking my socks off with them.

I gasped at the ferocity he displayed, sitting up to help as he pulled my sweater, then my thermal shirt up and over my head.

“Fucking perfect,” he groaned when he finally freed my breasts from the confines of the plain cotton bra I wore.

“Your turn,” I said, but he was shaking his head his gaze riveted to my heaving chest.

“Later,” he said, crawling over me and sucking one taut nipple into his hot mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, arching my back as Emmet feasted on my tits.

His hot palm covered and kneaded my flesh while he sucked on one then the other.

“Goddamn, your tits taste so fucking good.”

He groaned again, sitting up, and I tried to follow him, but his big hand flattened against my chest as he pushed back onto the mattress.

“Stay,” he commanded, and the look in his eyes promised more than I could ever imagine.

He leaned back, biting his lower lip as his gaze roamed my body. Emmet spread my thighs, bending my knees as he stared at my soaked panties.

I felt moisture building there ever since he rode up in his truck and I knew there must be a visible wet spot. Embarrassment threatened to fill me, but the way he stared, his chest heaving as he looked his fill, told me he was more than turned on by my appearance.

That, and of course, the enormous bulge in the front of his jeans. My eyes rounded as I took in the size of said bulge and I whimpered.

I want that.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed him to touch me.

“Emmet, please,” I begged, flexing my hips.

“Look at you, Angel. So pure and soft. Spread out like a sacrifice. I can see your panties are wet. You want me, is that it? Do you need me, Little Girl?” he asked, his gaze smoldering as he peered down at me.

“Yes. I want you. I need you. Please, Emmet!”

“You just had to ask,” he growled.

Emmet grabbed his shirt from behind his neck, shrugging it off and revealing all of his inked up glory to my hungry stare. Next, he undid the buckle of his jeans, pushing them down his hips and freeing his big, thick dick from the confines of his pants.

“Gotta taste you,” he murmured, dropping down to cage me in and shoving his tongue into my mouth.

I clutched at his shoulders, need soaking the cotton covering my aching sex.

Pleasure built inside of me at the feel of his big, heavy body bearing down on mine. Like a relentless tide that surged with each passing moment.

It coursed through me like a storm, pulsing in time with my racing heart, leaving me breathless and craving release.

All I knew was my body needed this. Maybe my soul did too. And it wasn’t just sex. It was him.

Emmet was the only man who ever made me feel this way. The only man who’d ever brought me to such a state of reckless abandon.

Any second now, I was going to combust. All I needed was a touch. Just a brush of his fingers or the slide of his cock. I felt him there, pressing against me, and I whined at the thought of him so close and still so damn far.

Emmet’s fingers reached between us, and he slid my panties to the side. Then I felt him there.

The broad head of his cock slid through my soaked lips. Up and down, like he was coating himself in my arousal. Each teasing flex of his hips made me moan.

“Emmet,” I whispered, pleading with him.

I needed him so much closer. Needed him to fill me.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re so goddamn wet,” he growled, his voice so gritty and deep.

“Your juicy cunt is dripping down my balls. I’m going in now, gonna fill you so good,” he grunted, and I felt him there, pressing inside.

I clutched at his shoulders, scratching his skin as he kept pressing, inch after inch, filling me until I could hardly breathe.

Lights danced beneath my closed eyelids as I breathed in his pine-scented skin. His body was tense, taut as he held himself still, like he was waiting for me to adjust.

Sweat slicked both our skin, and I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me. His brows were furrowed. His expression was so serious, so full of concern and emotion, it gutted me.

I cupped his cheeks, pulling him down to kiss me again. I needed it. Needed his mouth to ground me as my sex adjusted to his size and girth.

He went willingly, pressing his mouth to mine and licking into my mouth with his long tongue.

I was so ready to explode. All I needed was for him to move.

Just. One. Tiny. Move.

And I would shatter.

Waves of pleasure started to spill, and spasms rocked my body. Emmet moaned, then he moved. Sliding his big dick out of my wet heat, the sopping sound echoing off the bedroom walls.

It was lewd.

And hot.

So fucking hot.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking perfect,” he exhaled the words, his hot breath against my wet skin making me shiver all over.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him, praising his efforts. He picked up the pace. Stroking me just right, dropping biting kisses along my neck and throat.

“Emmet,” I moaned, eyes wide as I felt his hand slide between us.

“Need you to come, Angel. Wanna feel that pretty pussy flutter around my cock,” he said, and oh my fuck, more wetness spilled between us as I start to do just that.

My orgasm slammed into me hard and fast. Breaking down all the barriers I thought I had erected around my heart. I felt myself opening for him, to him, and fuck, it was scary.

But not as frightening as the ferocious look on Emmet’s face as he reared upon his knees, pushing my thighs wider as he pounded into me harder. The wolf face I kept seeing was there now, like a shadowy overlay.

The beast was beautiful, baring his teeth, his emerald eyes so utterly familiar to me.

Then Emmet’s face was back, and he looked so goddamn handsome. Swirls of ink tattooed his body, and I reached out, tracing them as he pushed me towards another rush of pleasure before following me into such sweet bliss I never wanted it to end.

He fell forward, burrowing his face in my throat. I held him to me, crying out at the sharp sting of something on my neck before he flexed those marvelous hips, then my pleasure crested. I flew even higher than before.

Emmet lifted his face, his red tinted lips twisted in a heated smile as he said one word before crushing me under his kiss.

“ Mine.”