The steady rhythm of Jack’s axe against the thick pine was hypnotic, each powerful swing sending wood splintering as sweat glistened on his rugged, muscled frame. The wilderness had always been his home—raw, untamed, like the fire that burned beneath his skin. But today, something disrupted the silence.
A rustle. A presence.
He turned, and there she was.
She stood at the tree line, sunlight spilling over her curves. Her blonde hair shimmered like spun gold, cascading over the full, heaving swell of her chest. The tight white tank she wore clung like a second skin, barely concealing the teasing bounce of her breasts as she stepped forward. Those cut-off denim shorts revealed smooth, toned thighs, her legs going on for miles. And those lips—plump, parted, a whisper of a smirk curving at the edges as she watched him.
“You lost, sweetheart?” Jack’s voice was deep, thick with something primal.
She tilted her head, slow and deliberate. “Maybe I just like watching a man work.” Her eyes flicked down his sweat-slicked chest, tracing the deep grooves of muscle, the dusting of dark hair leading beneath the waistband of his low-slung jeans.
Jack exhaled, dark and knowing. He took his time looking her over, the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her shirt, the subtle rise and fall of her breath betraying her own need.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, coming out here like that,” he murmured, stepping toward her, his presence towering.
Maddie bit her lip, teasing, but there was no mistaking the heat in her gaze. “Maybe I like a little danger.”
The space between them vanished. Jack’s rough, calloused fingers slid along the curve of her waist, tracing the bare skin exposed by her tiny top. A shiver ran through her as he pulled her flush against his hard, unyielding body. She gasped—soft, breathless—as she felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against her belly.
“You feel that?” Jack’s voice was a low growl, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. “That’s what you do to me, sweetheart.”
Maddie’s fingers curled into his chest, nails raking over taut muscle. “Then don’t make me wait,” she whispered, pressing against him, tilting her hips in invitation.
Jack didn’t need to be told twice.
His mouth claimed hers, demanding, devouring, his tongue teasing past her lips as he pressed her back against a nearby tree. The rough bark bit into her skin, a delicious contrast to the heat of his touch. His hands roamed, exploring every curve, every dip, pulling soft moans from her lips as his thigh pressed between hers, grinding against the aching need building between them.
Maddie gasped, rolling her hips, desperate for more, for him. Jack smirked against her lips, teasing, torturing. “You wanted a strong man, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can handle one.”
And as the wilderness swallowed them whole, the night promised nothing but raw, unrelenting pleasure.
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