The storm showed no signs of relenting. Snow piled against the cabin windows. Lila woke the next morning tangled in blankets on the rug in front of the dying fire, Kane’s powerful arm draped possessively over her waist. The events of the previous night still burned in her blood. She shifted, feeling the hard ridge of his morning erection pressing against her ass through his jeans.
Kane stirred, his deep voice rough. “Morning, beautiful. Looks like we’re still trapped.” He nuzzled her neck, beard scratching deliciously. “Good thing I’ve got plenty of ways to keep us warm.”
Lila turned in his arms, kissing him deeply. The slow burn from last night ignited instantly into wildfire. “Then don’t hold back this time, Kane. I want all of you.”
He groaned into her mouth, rolling her beneath him
