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“Oorah,” he whispered, then grabbed her hand and dragged her into the cabin.

Of course, she didn’t resist.

Chapter Eighteen

It wasn’t the sunset. Or a painting from a famous artist.

Or a colorful field of wildflowers.

Nope, none of that.

Reaper totally naked was Vi’s favorite view.

His extensive tattoos. His sculpted arms and abs. His broad shoulders and thick thighs with a light covering of dark hair.

His intense hazel eyes. His handsome face. That well-groomed beard, perfect for leaving brush burns behind on her inner thighs.

The former Marine was quite the package. He had quite a package, too.

One she was about to enjoy.

With one hand planted on his hard stomach, Vi kept their eyes locked and slowly lowered herself to her knees.

Reaper’s nostrils flared wide as he watched her go.

Gripping the base of his cock, she ran her tongue up its length, then sucked the very tip.

She did it again.

Before she could do it a third time, she was abruptly hooked under her arms and pulled to her feet.

Damn. She’d been looking forward to giving him head. “You don’t want a blow job?”

“Lock me up in a padded room if I no longer want head. But I don’t think my cock can get any harder, so you doing that is too damn dangerous.”

“I wanted to do it for you.” And for herself.

“And you have no idea how much I appreciate it, but I have a better idea.”

With that, he shoved her toward the bed. When the back of her knees hit the mattress, she fell backwards, the air rushing from her lungs when she landed.

Grabbing her ankles, he pushed her legs until her knees were bent, then spread her feet wide and planted them on the mattress.

Ooooh. Got it.

She wanted to give but was perfectly willing to receive. Especially since he was so damn good at it.

She rolled a hand in the air. “Do what you will. I won’t stop you.”

He paused while climbing onto the bed and huffed, “I didn’t think you’d file a complaint.” He then dropped to his belly, drew a finger through her slick folds, and shoved two inside her.

Curling them, he found that magical spot at the same time pressing his mouth to her pussy and flicking her clit with his tongue. He lightly scissored his teeth over it next as he plunged his fingers in and out of her, making her hips dance on the bed.

Her head flopped back and her lips parted on a long sigh as he nibbled along her lips before once again focusing on her clit by sucking, nipping, and licking.

Hell yes.

Total torture. Sweet, sweet torture.