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DALTON

Back at the cabin, I couldn’t shake the feeling that time was running out. The possibility of leaving for Arizona in the morning hung between us.

“You’re going, aren’t you?” she said quietly, curled up against my side on the couch.

“If Chief calls, yeah.” I ran my fingers through her hair, still slightly damp from our earlier shower. “It’s what I do.”

“I know.” She was quiet for a moment. “I hate that I understand it.”

I tilted her chin up so I could look into those blue eyes. “Hey. I’m not going anywhere tonight.”

“Good,” she whispered. “Because I have plans for you.”

“Do you now?” I asked, my voice already rougher.

Instead of answering, she kissed me. It was soft at first, tentative, but then she deepened it and I was lost. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer until she was straddling my lap. The taste of her, the feel of her body against mine, it was everything I’d almost lost.

“Janna,” I murmured against her lips.

“I need you,” she said simply. “All of you.”

I stood, lifting her with me, her legs wrapping around my waist. But instead of heading toward the bedroom, I set her down gently on the couch and dropped to my knees in front of her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless.

“Showing you how much you mean to me,” I said, my hands moving to pull down the flimsy shorts she wore to sleep in. “If I have to leave tomorrow, I want to taste you on my lips when I go.”

Her breath caught as I slowly peeled her shorts and panties down her legs, my lips following the path of exposed skin. I hooked my hands under her knees and dragged her ass to the edge of the couch. I pushed open her legs and smiled at the part of her I had been thinking about all day.

When I reached the sensitive spot behind her knee, her fingers tangled in my hair.

“Dalton,” she whispered.

I looked up at her, this woman who had walked through fire for a friend, who had risked everything to save us all. “Let me worship you,” I said against her thigh. “Let me show you what you do to me.”

She nodded, her eyes dark with need. It was my way of telling her everything I couldn’t say with words. She didn’t know it, but she was my salvation, my reason for coming home, my everything.

My tongue lapped at her folds, tasting her sweetness. She grasped at the back of my head, fingers twisting in my hair as she held on tight. I teased her entrance, watching as she bucked against me, desperate for more. And when she was ready, I pushed two fingers inside her slowly, feeling how tight she was around me. She moaned, a low primal sound that made my cock hard enough to pound nails.

I looked up at her. “More?” The word was choked out.

Her eyes were hooded with lust now, darker than ever before. “Please.”

With that encouragement, I added another finger and started moving in and out of her slowly, giving her the rhythm she needed to find release. And then I stopped altogether, using my thumb instead to circle her clit while watching for signs of impending orgasm.

“Please,” she begged again.

“Not yet,” I whispered against her thighs. “Wait for it.”

She trembled beneath me as the orgasm built inside her, muscles clenching around my fingers even as she tried to suppress it. My tongue replaced my fingers over her clit. And then it hit her, waves of pleasure so intense she cried out my name over and over again until finally collapsing back onto the couch with a sigh of satisfaction.

“That’s it,” I murmured against damp skin. “That’s what you do to me.”

I stood slowly, my cock already hard in my pants. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to my bedroom.

I kicked the door shut behind me, desperate to feel her skin against mine. She moaned softly as I laid her down on the bed, my lips trailing kisses down her neck. My hands found the hem of her tank top and slowly pulled it over her head. She shivered slightly as the cool air hit her damp skin.