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I don’t give him time to finish. I don’t even give him a chance to take more than a few more steps in the opposite direction. With my light in hand, I lunge forward, grabbing his hand and jerking him around, mouth slanting against his once again. “I’d apologize,” I tell him in a soft hiss. “I really would, except I’m not sorry and I just really need this too. If you want to stop, though?—”

Now it’s my turn to get taken by surprise. Jed’s hands on my hips lift me up, the weightlessness dizzying for a few moments, before I’m spun around and slammed into a large, probably old, tree. Above me the leaves rustle, and the bark scrapes at my back as my shirt is rucked up over my skin.

“I don’t want to stop,” he snarls softly, nipping hard at my lower lip. “But I’m trying so hard here, Saylor. It’s cold, it’s dark. You’re scared—” He rests his forehead against mine with ahoarse groan. “But if you keep this up, then I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you for the entire time it takes to get home.”

“Okay,” I agree, panting as I dip a nod he can’t see. “I got it.” Jed sighs, then moves to pull away, only for me to yank him back. “So…maybe don’t?” I offer instead, gripping his shirt in my fingers. “Unless you’re afraid of the dark?”

“Princess…” I’ve never,everheard him sound like that before. “If there’s anything at all in the dark to be afraid of, it’s me.” His fingers dig into my hips, and before I can do anything at all, he has me in the air, my back pressed hard against the tree once more. “I want to take my time with you,” he purrs, all frenzied movements and nips to my flushed skin. “I want to take you apart and see you while I do it.” His actions belie his words, however, when he grabs my borrowed sweatpants and thrusts them down my hips.

Truthfully, I want the same things. I want to see his face and trail my fingers along his skin. I want to see the expressions he makes and taste the sounds he can’t keep back. But more than that, I’m completely feral for him. There’s a thrill in my blood that makes me feel like I’m boiling from the inside. Especially after what he’d done to those poachers.

“Would you really have hurt them?” I gasp, my fingers gripping his wrist and tugging his hand down between my thighs, where I want it.

“Yes,” he hisses against my ear. He doesn’t need the encouragement of my hand, however. Expertly, his fingers find their way, sliding against me once, then again, before they circle my clit and send a shockwave through me. “Does that bother you?”

“Not out here in the dark,” I tell him, nipping at the shell of his ear when he leans forward to bury his face against my shoulder, nose skimming my neck. He peppers my skinwith harsh kisses and nips, his fingers moving from teasing to motivated. Without warning, he buries both of them inside me, pulling a gasp from my lips that he’s quick to devour between his teeth.

He has no right to be this gorgeous. I’ve always thought that. But tonight, I’m stuck on how he has no right to be so fuckinggood at this.Every motion, every movement, has me reeling, and I’m glad for the tree behind my back that supports my weight without complaint. Lord knows I sure as hell can’t do it.

Jed’s fingers twist, plunging deeper and drawing a sound closer to a shriek from me. This one he also swallows greedily, his face never far from mine. “Good,” he murmurs. “You never have to be afraid of me, Saylor. Never in a million years. But whenever someone touches you, I gocrazy. I can’t help it, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to. Not when they’re touching you like that. Fuck.” I arch into him with another cry, body pressing against his. “I would’ve dragged them back to the cabin and kept them alive for days, cutting off one piece at a time, just for scaring you.”

I…have no idea what to say to that. And with my silence, I feel Jed start to pull away, insecurity moving into his every movement as the thrusts of his fingers become less aggressive.

“Don’t—” I reach up and grip his throat, meaning to go for his shoulder. But this works too, and I drag him back down to look me in the eye. “Don’t pull away from me. I’m not afraid of you and I’m not upset.” Maybe I should be. Lord knows I absolutely should bemorethan a little upset that he’s so clearly got a plan for the two men who scared me and threatened to take me back to their car with them. “You really would have?”

“Yes.” There’s no doubt in his answer. There’s no hesitation, and I can feel him swallow under my fingers. The motion causes my touch to slip, but it falls into place just under his jaw,perfectly in place for me to feel his pulse. “Even if it scares you. I can’t change how I feel.”

“I don’t want you to. Though I think this is where I have to state the obligatory obvious.” He doesn’t reply. I can’t feel any movement under my fingers, but I pull him just a few inches closer, until I can feel his breath on my lips. “You barely know me, Jed. I can’t cook; I even burn water. I’m not that interesting, and I don’t have some cool, secret life. I’m much less appealing in the daylight.”

His laugh is grating, and he grips my wrist where I still hold his throat. “You’re so wrong about all of that. Everything about you is appealing. I wanteverythingfrom you. And that’s the joy of being a psycho, didn’t you know?” He leans forward, until his jaw brushes my face and I feel the touch of his lips on my ear.

“I know what I want the moment I lay eyes on it. And I know I’ll do anything to make whatever it ismine.” The words pull all the air out of my chest, and I barely hear the sounds of his belt unbuckling or the zipper of his jeans. But then his hands are on me again, on my thighs, urging one of them up and over his hip.

“Are you ready for me?” he purrs, still so close to my ear. All I can do is nod while my voice is lost somewhere in my chest as the dizzying effect of his words hold me in their grip. “Good girl.” My stomach falls clear through the floor at that, and I feel the brush of his length against my inner thigh seconds before he lines himself up and plunges into me, not stopping until he’s fully seated in my body.

“Ohfuck,” I wail, surprised at just how much he fills me up. It’s almost too much. He’s so big that it nearly hurts, but that just makes it all the more perfect. As per usual, every aspect of Jed is perfect. “How are you so good at everything?” I can’t help but voice the question, arms wrapped around his neck as he pulls back, just to slam into me again.

It makes me see stars in the best way possible.

“I’m not that good at most things,” Jed purrs in my ear. “But I love that you think so. I want to be good foryou, Saylor. That’s the only thing that matters.” He shouldn’t be able to make my insides melt by saying things like that. But with my eyes fixed on one of our discarded flashlights, I’m unable to do more than meet his thrusts with my leg clamped around his hip.

When he leans me back against the tree to snake one hand between us, I hate the distance between my body and his. At least, until his fingers find my clit once more, thumb stroking over it teasingly as I gasp in happy surprise. “I want to feel you come,” he tells me frankly. “Will you do that for me? Will you come around my cock, Saylor?”

“Fuck,” is my empathetic, meaningful reply. His fingers drive me toward climax, as I grip his shirt with hands that shake. “I don’t want to be done. I want?—”

“Oh, princess, no. You’re not done. Even when I fill your pussy and throw you over my shoulder, we’re not done. We’re just getting warmed up.” He breathes heavily, still thrusting into my body with harsh, thorough movements. “Just let it go. Don’t fight me, gorgeous girl.” It’s absolutely impossible not to do what he says. He continues thrusting into me, working me closer and closer to my edge, until finally my tense, shaking muscles have no other recourse.

I come with a shriek, my body clamping around his as my hands jerk him back against me so there’s no space between us anymore. With his arm trapped between our bodies, all he can do is continue to rub my clit. Even if I’d wanted him to stop, we’re too tangled up for him to do anything else.

And when the feeling becomes overwhelming, my orgasm crashing through me, I sink my teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, crying out against his skin. I lose my ability to think; and I know I must be hurting him. But frankly, if anything, he seems to be enjoying it.

“Saylor.” My name sounds like both a curse and a prayer on his lips, and he finally manages to extricate his arm, though he only uses it to grab my hair and jerk me against him. He thrusts into me impossibly harder, my body firmly pressed between him and the tree behind me. Jed’s thrusts only draw my orgasm out even more, and I whimper against his throat when it starts to become too much.

“Shh, shh, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, panting hotly against my skin. “Can I come inside you? You can tell me no, and I’ll?—”

“You’d better, after all the pretty promises from earlier.” I laugh hoarsely, turning to slant my lips to his. “If you don’t, it’ll be the biggest disappointment in my life.”

His answer is a growl, and his lips on mine again. He doesn’t ask anything else. And he doesn’t need any further encouragement. His thrusts become erratic, movements losing rhythm as he fucks into me once, twice, four more times until at last he buries himself into me in earnest, his kiss becoming desperate.