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Her fingers tighten in my shirt as my hands slide up her back slowly, pulling her flush against me until there’s no space left between us at all.
The fire crackles beside us.
Wind howls outside.
And somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, Nora kisses me like she’s finally stopped trying to run from this too.
Chapter Ten
Nora
His mouth ruins me instantly.
That’s the first coherent thought I have after kissing Rhett Maddox, after storming across his cabin determined to prove a point and finding myself pinned between his body and the edge of the kitchen counter instead, breathing him in like I’ve wanted this longer than I’m willing to admit.
Because I have.
God, I have.
The kiss turns rough almost immediately, all the tension we’ve been building for days finally snapping hard enough to leave me dizzy. Rhett kisses like he does everything else, controlled until he decides not to be, and then suddenly there’s nothing restrained about him at all.
His hands grip my waist firmly, pulling me tighter against him until I can feel every inch of him, solid muscle and heat and the dangerous edge of a man who’s spent his entire life holding himself back.
“You sure about this?” he asks against my mouth, voice rough.
It’s probably the first reasonable thing either of us has said in days.
I should answer carefully. Instead, “You talk too much.”
A low sound rumbles out of his chest, almost a laugh, and then he kisses me again harder for being smart enough to mouth off to him when he’s already halfway gone.
The cabin feels smaller now. Hotter.
Every nerve ending in my body wakes up at once as Rhett’s hand slides slowly up my back, fingers spreading wide like he’s learning me through touch alone. Nothing about him feels hesitant anymore. Not the way he holds me. Not the way he looks at me. Not the way his body crowds mine until there’s nowhere left to retreat.
Not that I want to.
That’s the problem.
“You’re staring again,” he murmurs against my lips.
I swallow hard. “You’re distracting.”
“Good.”
God.
The confidence on this man should be illegal.
My fingers tighten in his shirt automatically as he kisses down the side of my jaw slowly enough to make my knees weak. His beard scrapes lightly against my skin, rough in a way that sends heat straight through my stomach.
“You know what your problem is?” I breathe.
“I’ve been told there are several.”
“You act like you already own every room you walk into.”
His mouth brushes my throat. “Usually do.”
