She wanted this man. It didn’t matter about his past or hers. She’d wanted him from the beginning, but never dreamed she would end up in a snow-covered cabin, making love to him by firelight.

“Ohhh. Jack. I need…you need to let me…” He touched her again and she lost her train of thought. Jeans. She needed his jeans off now. Now. She reached for his fly again and yanked before he could stop her, flipping all the snaps open at once. He pushed her back, arching her over his arm, and attacked a breast with his teeth and tongue. She squirmed under the wild onslaught of sensation. He pushed aside the crotch of her panties and ran two fingers through her folds. He slid his fingers up and down, spreading her wetness, and she pushed against his hand, needing more than the delicious friction. She was unbearably aroused, her skin ultrasensitive. Her stomach convulsed. She needed him to do more than touch her.

“Please. Jack. You’ve got to…please.”

“Please what?”

“What?” Her brain was low on oxygen.

“Ask me again.” His hot, wet mouth swept to her other breast and bit gently.

“Please. I need. You. Now!” She ended on a gasp as two of those fingers slid home and stroked her from the inside. This wasn’t going to take any time at all; she was so close. A talented thumb rubbed at her clit as he stroked her inside and she squeezed her inner muscles tight, sending herself over. Flashes of light danced across the back of her eyelids and she strained her head back in pleasure. Her contractions milked his fingers as she rode the wave. He didn’t stop his movements and sent her flying again.

Jack carefully laid her limp form back on the counter and slipped off her panties as his head rested between her breasts. He could hear her heart pound and her lungs grab short gasps of air. Her erotic slickness still pulsated around his other hand as her fingernails stroked his hair. He pressed a kiss against her stomach, dipping his tongue into her belly button, making her stomach quiver. He’d never been so fucking turned on in his life. He’d nearly lost it watching her come.

Taking his hands from her, he pried off his boots and pulled down his jeans she’d ripped open. Lacey pushed up to her elbows, watching him, her legs dangling limply off the counter. Her eyes locked on his hard length as it pointed toward home. She sat up and reached for him with an unsteady hand, and guided him to her. The feel of her fingers blew his arousal over the top and he clenched his stomach, fighting for control. Her fingers wrapped around him and squeezed firmly, running her palm over his head. He watched her, fascinated by the hungry look on her face. When her exploration was finished, she put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him closer, directing him into her. His hands took hold on her hips, bringing her to the absolute edge of the counter. He nudged just inside her entrance and stopped, fighting every hormone in his head that screamed for him to pound into her. He lifted her chin with a hand and softly kissed her mouth. She opened her lips with a quiet sigh, closed her eyes, and he entered with his tongue, exploring her mouth. He pulled his hips back, sliding out and she protested, pushing against him. He slid in again, just the littlest bit, feeling her stretch and shape herself to him. He took a deep breath and exhaled.

“Lacey.” He wanted her eyes open. He wanted her to look at him.

Her lids slowly lifted. In the firelight her eyes were dark, their color unclear, but he could read her desire. It was the counterpart to his. With the sense of a fated moment, he clamped his palm on her bottom and slid home with one strong thrust. Her eyes widened and she gasped.

“Feel me. Feel me inside you.” She was hot, slick, and tight, and he didn’t ever want to leave. He fought his instinct to batter into her and held perfectly still, feeling her pulsate and squeeze around him. He would never forget the sensation. She pulled on his shoulders and shamelessly ground against him.

“Damn you, Jack. Move!” She wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed, rocking her hips. She lifted her chin and pushed her neck against his lips, demanding his attention. He inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal and the delicious scent that was uniquely Lacey. He grazed her neck with his teeth. She continued to grind against him, small exclamations of frustration spilling from her mouth. He didn’t move as she tortured him. Pure bliss, pure torture. He didn’t want it to end.

It was time. He wrapped his arms tight around her and lifted her off the counter. She let out a cry of anger as he pulled out. He carried her into the great room where he’d created a nest with thick sleeping bags and down comforters. He kneeled and laid her back, brushing the waves of hair out of her face. The firelight caught her eyes, revealing her desperate need. He positioned his body above her and lowered his head, speaking against her eager mouth.

“Hang on, baby.”

She couldn’t see. She couldn’t hear. All her senses were focused on one spot in her body. Jack had finally let go and was fucking her like he’d waited a decade for release. She rocked against him and clutched his shoulders for the ride. The frantic friction was driving her higher. One second she felt waves of satisfaction and the next second her body screamed, aching to be filled. It was a rocking of emotion and sensation that was threatening to burst her heart. He tensed and increased his pace, shortening his thrusts as he reached between them and stroked her. She felt the quake start at her core. She squeezed him tight, heard him shout, and she tumbled over the crest, dragging him with her.

Lacey lay halfway on top of him, sated and exhausted on the cushion of comforters and sleeping bags. She traced a finger down his stomach, exploring his body, watching each muscle tense as she touched it. He was beautifully made. Solid muscle everywhere it counted. They relaxed in the silence, interrupted only by the occasional crackle of the fire. Her hand moved down his thigh and lingered over a thick knot in his skin. Curious, she pushed up and looked closer. It was an angry round scar.