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"Brooke..."

"Now, Jamie. I need you. Here, with this view, in our spot."

The way she saysour spotmakes my heart leap.

I'll never be able to say no to this woman. Never.

Chapter Eighteen

Brooke

This is what love feels like.

The thought spirals through my brain as Jamie's hands frame my face, his kiss deepening under the golden sunrise. Holy shit, this man just told me he loves me while the sun rose over his kingdom.

I can barely breathe from how perfect this moment is.

"God, Jamie..." I gasp against his mouth, gesturing wildly at the breathtaking view surrounding us. "This is... We're actually going to do this? On your deck? Oh my god."

He chuckles, that rough sound that makes my stomach flip, and starts trailing kisses down my neck while his hands work at the buttons of my jacket.

"Got you here, in my favorite place," he murmurs against my skin, each word sending shivers through me. "Time to make it ours."

The morning air is freezing as the wind up here blows against my skin. It should be cold, but as Jamie peels away layers, the heated blankets beneath us and his enormous, chiseled body towering over me keep me warm.

He kisses me and starts to spread one of the soft blankets across the cedar deck, adjusting the tent protruding in the front of his jeans.

"You know the whole valley can see us," I laugh breathlessly, but I'm already reaching for his shirt, needing to feel his bare skin against mine.

"Let them," Jamie's voice is rough with want as he helps me out of my jeans. "Now they know about us and we can start our lives. Together."

The way he saysour livesmakes my heart race. This isn't just sex—it's a claiming, a promise, a declaration written across the landscape he loves most.

Jamie guides me gently down, spreads me out on the heated blanket like I'm a feast he's been starving for, his hands desperate as they explore every inch of my skin.

The sunrise is growing brighter, shining in his dark hair, the tattoos covering his arms now glowing, the intense blue of his eyes as he looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"You're perfect," he whispers, pressing kisses to my collarbone, my ribs, the soft skin of my stomach. "Perfect and mine."

His mouth eventually finds the sensitive spot between my legs, I arch off the deck with a gasp that echoes across the valley. Jamie's stubble scratches deliciously against my inner thighs as he settles between my legs, the anticipation making me tremble.

"Jamie," I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. "Please."

He slides his hands under my thighs, spreading my legs wider as he dips his head. The first touch of his tongue against my coreis gentle, a caress that makes me inhale sharply and clutch the blanket beneath me.

"God, Jamie..." My hands find their way into his thick hair, fingers tangling as I try to anchor myself to something solid. He chuckles against my clit, the sound vibrating through every nerve ending.

He takes his time, teasing with slow, languid strokes that have me writhing, desperate for more. The contrast between the roughness of his hands and the softness of his mouth is intoxicating.

Jamie hums against me, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through my body as he changes pace, licking faster now. His tongue circles and flicks over my clit, leaving me breathless but still needing more.

He knows exactly what he's doing. Knows how to build me up until I'm teetering on the edge, and then, only then, does he pull back like some kind of cruel sexy mountain saint.

"That's it, sweetheart," he growls, lapping at my entrance, tasting my warm free-flowing juices coating his beard. "You come when I say you come. Got it?"

I can barely nod from the pleasure.

My world narrows to the sensation of his mouth on me again, every nerve alight with pleasure. This man doesn't give up. When he finally barks his command, sucking hard on my clit… I come apart with a cry that echoes across the valley.