MADELINE’S POV
I don’t care if he’s my sister’s so-called fiancé.
Not right now.
Not after everything that’s happened.
Not with the way my body still trembles just from looking at him.
Right now?
He’s mine.
Only mine.
“I f*****g want you inside of me.”
The sound of my own voice shocked me. It didn’t sound like me at all…too desperate, too breathless, too broken open. Calhoun froze for half a second, and something dark and hungry flashed through his eyes.
Then he smirked, low and wicked.
“You don’t have to ask.”
Before I could say anything, he scooped me up…effortless, like I weighed nothing—and I found myself in his arms, my cheek pressed against his warm chest as he carried me deeper into the cabin.
Except this wasn’t a cabin.
It was… unbelievable. Spacious, warm golden ligh
