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For miles, Weston held on to me. He talked to me, not just about the mountain lion, but about the scenery, his favorite spots to camp, random tidbits about Andes, anything and everything.
Once we reached the meadows, he made me stop to drink water and tugged my hat down on my head. The sun had moved across the sky, slowly dipping at the horizon. Soon, it would be dusk. We needed to be out of here.
“We should keep going.”
Weston stepped forward and cupped my face in his big, rough hands. “We will. I need you to catch your breath, though. Calm, baby. Everything is all right.”
I turned my face to the side, breaking his hold. “I’ll calm down when we’re in the parking lot.”
Palming the top of my head, he searched my sweaty, overheated face. For the first time ever, I didn’t care how I looked to him.
“Then let’s get going.” He grabbed my hand, keeping a firm hold, and started off down the trail again, pulling me with him.
Eventually, purpose took over, moving my legs faster. I stayed at his side, and we were able to pick up our pace. Dusk was coming, but we would beat it. We were going to get out of here.
The parking lot was ahead. A few cars were left, including Weston’s, right beside my SUV.
“Almost there, baby. Almost there.”
It was then I noticed the tremor in his hand. My eyes flicked to the side of his face. His jaw was clenched tight, the muscles flexing over and over.
“Weston—”
“Not now,” he gritted.
As soon as our feet hit the gravel parking lot, Weston tugged me toward my vehicle.
“Keys, Elise.”
“They’re in my backpack.”
I’d intended to swing my backpack around to dig them out, but Weston was faster, unzipping the front pocket before I could move. Metal clinked, then he had them in his grasp, using the remote to unlock my doors. He opened the back seat, tossed my backpack in, and stuck my keys in his pocket.
His arms folded across his chest. He stared at me without speaking, moving toward me until my back hit the driver’s side door.
Leaning forward, he braced a hand on the glass beside my head. “What the fuck were you thinking? If I hadn’t been there—” He broke off, his eyes slamming shut.
“I know, I know. I don’t know what would have happened.” I raised my shaking hands to his heaving chest. “Thank you for being there.”
His eyes flashed open and zeroed in on me. “I’ve never been more pissed off at you.”
“I wish you weren’t.” My fingers balled his T-shirt in a tight grip. “Please, Weston, don’t be mad at me.”
He bent down, his nose almost brushing mine. “I’m so fucking angry, Elise. You have no idea what I want to do with you right now.”
I inhaled. His hot breath hit my lips. A wild, frantic current flowed in the narrow space between us. Adrenaline coursed through my bloodstream. My mind scrambled.
Then he was on me, or I was on him. There was no telling who moved first. We collided, our lips suctioning to one another, his tongue delving into my mouth. Fingers threaded through my hair, tugging my head back. He kissed me hard, violent, and I clawed at him.
Shoving up the back of his shirt, I dug my fingers into his bare skin. The muscles alongside his spine were taut and defined, and his skin was slick with perspiration. He grunted into my mouth and pushed me harder into the door.
I sucked on his bottom lip until he tore it away and bit at mine. My knees threatened to buckle, but I had nowhere to go. Weston had me pinned tight. He wasn’t letting me fall.
His hand traveled from my hair to my throat as he ravaged my mouth. I sucked on his tongue and tilted my pelvis toward his, trapping his erection against my stomach.
With a groan, he grabbed my breast, kneading it hard, vicious, then let it go to slip into the V of my shirt and under my sports bra. He took my nipple between his fingers, pinching and rolling it. There was nothing gentle about his touch. He was greedy and angry and taking it out on me.
Without warning, he yanked me forward, walked me to the side, and pushed me into the open back seat. As soon as I was flat on my back, he fell over me, wedging his hips between my parted thighs, his solid weight settling on me.
