Page 54 of The Hermit on the Hill

"Damn, baby," he said. "Feel so fucking good."

He reached between us and rubbed my clit while he continued those deep, gentle thrusts. My climax built, and I kissed him, wanting my tongue in his mouth when I reached that delicious peak.

He groaned like just tasting me did the same to him as it did to me, and I lost control. I hit that peak and flew over it, my body vibrating with pleasure.

"That's it, baby. Come all over my cock, just like that."

But he didn't stop rubbing my clit. At first it felt like too much, but before I could find my voice to tell him to stop, it felt good again and I was orgasming for a second time.

"Just like that," he said. "You come so pretty for me."

He kept his fingers on my clit and picked up the pace of his thrusts, but he was still treating me like I was breakable.

"Harder," I said. "I want everything you have to give me."

He growled, put both hands under my ass, and held on as he thrust hard and fast, saying my name over and over. He didn't close his eyes or look away from me, and I couldn't look away from him. It was the most intimate moment I'd ever had, and I felt another connection between us click into place as he trusted me enough to lose control.

The sight of him coming, the sheer pleasure pain of it, and the sounds he made, sent me over the edge again. I fell against him, out of breath.

"I was a stupid fucking asshole five months ago," he said.

"What?" I wasn't sure of my own name, so I definitely wasn't in a state to understand what he was saying.

"For walking out of that hotel room. I never should have walked away from you."

He put me down long enough to adjust his jeans back up around his waist, then he picked me up again and carried me upstairs to his room.

"Okay with sleeping in here with me?" he asked. "Or is it too soon for that?"

I yawned, suddenly exhausted. "Okay for now. We'll figure it out later."

He helped me out of my skirt, and I slid under the covers on his very comfortable bed. When he climbed and wrapped his arms tight around me, I snuggled down, happier and safer than I coul d ever remember being.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Sam

Ismelled her first. I was still deep in sleep, but I caught her scent and my mouth curled up in a smile. Her body was warm against mine, her head on my chest, her arm over my waist, and my smile widened.

She was still sleeping soundly, and I took the chance to breathe her in. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, no forced smile, no pretense that everything was fine.

She opened her eyes slowly and blinked at me. "Good morning?"

"It will be." I leaned in and kissed her slow.

She sank into me for several moments, but as soon as I slid my hands over her back and pulled her closer, she leaned away and held a hand over her mouth.

"I need to brush my teeth." She touched her tangled hair. "And I need a shower."

"Great idea." I didn't care about her teeth or her hair. She was sexy as fuck, all messed up and too sleepy to have her guard up.

I pulled her out of bed, intending to take her straight to the bathroom and introduce her to my amazing shower, but the morning sunlight highlighted her nearly naked body and I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the beauty of Jenna Reynolds.

She was all long, smooth, toned limbs and sharp angles. Her nipples were more alert than she was, and called to me to touch and taste, and her belly, that rounded bump that held our son… I dropped to my knees and pressed a kiss to it.

"Good morning, child of mine."

"That is the sweetest," she said with a sigh. "Now get up and get me in the shower before I die of embarrassment."

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