Page 53 of The Hermit on the Hill

Sam's warm hands moved under my shirt against my bare skin, and I moaned into his mouth. It felt like I'd been waiting for his touch against my bare back for the entire five months since I'd last felt it.

He pulled away and stepped out of my reach. "Shit. I'm sorry. I don't…" He swallowed hard, visibly getting a hold of himself, though I couldn't stop staring at the hard length of him clearly visible in his jeans. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable living here. It won't happen again, I swear."

"Would it be so bad if it did?"

"You said you couldn't do this without feelings. And we agreed feelings will just add a complication we don't need."

This is where I would normally agree to be agreeable and pretend I was fine with it, but Sam and I couldn't be a team if we weren't honest with each other. "I'm already having feelings, Sam. And I think it's better to explore them now and figure out what we both want before the baby comes."

He stared at me, his hands empty by his sides, his expression unreadable. I waited, but he said nothing. My heart dropped and tears stung my eyes.

"Right," I said. "You're right. Physical attraction isn't enough. If you don't have feelings for me, that's better. And I—"

He moved so fast I nearly fell off my stool, but he caught me. His arms wrapped around me tight, and he kissed me like he wanted to memorize my taste.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes. "We do what's best for the baby, no matter what."

"Yes."

"If this doesn't work out and things go south, we'll figure out a way to stay friends."

"Or at least tolerate each other." Though I hoped that didn't happen. "I'm very agreeable when I want to be."

"I don't want you agreeable. I want you wild and desperate for me."

He kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and he picked me up, my core settling right over his hardness. He kissed my neck as he walked, seeming not to need to see where he was going.

"Ow." My head bounced off the wall he'd just run us into.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. Shit. Are you okay?" While he asked that, he was pushing me against the wall, shoving up my skirt, and tugging at my panties, but he couldn't move them far with my legs wrapped around his waist.

"I'm amazing," I said. "Just push them to the side."

"Want to do this right. Take my time and lay you out on my bed. Eat your sweet pussy and fuck you slow."

"Later." Honestly, his words and the friction of his cock against my center had me close to the edge already. Pregnancy hormones were awesome. "I want you just like this. Right now."

He studied my face, then nodded. I already had my hands on his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. I slid a hand inside his jeans and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. Damn, he felt good.

He sucked in a breath. "Don't have a condom, but I haven't been with anyone else since you."

"Me, either." I put that bit of information away to think about later. "I trust you."

He stopped moving, stopped kissing me, and stared down at me. "Thank you."

Then we were kissing again, and I'd never felt more desperate for a man in my life. He shoved my panties out of the way, slid inside, and groaned. "You feel so good, baby."

It felt so good, I couldn't speak. I tried to move, to get him deeper, to get that friction I wanted, but he remained still, eyes closed, body tense.

"Please," I begged, my voice a breathy whisper.

His eyes popped open. "Don't want to hurt you. Not sure how gentle I can be."

"You won't hurt me." I pulled at his shirt, wanting to see him, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine.

He pulled it over his head, revealing his muscled body. I pressed kisses to his pecs and ran my hands over his back.

He helped me pull my shirt off and unhooked my bra, but he'd already started moving inside me, his thrusts slow and gentle, but deep enough to blow my mind.

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