Wilder breathed in her presence like it was a drug he’d been craving. Every fibre of his being wanted to haul her on top of him, to fuck her senseless until they both forgot all that stood between them – not just the secrets he kept, but the fate stone resting between her breasts and the world on fire around them. But he didn’t move. There was a time for secret campsite debauchery, but this wasn’t it.
