Page 17 of A Very Grumpy Mountain Man

Kye nods and kisses me, distracting me from the rapidly fading pain. He moves slowly at first. He feels so damn good, and I soon forget all about the sting of pain as another orgasm brews inside me.

We move together slowly, like we’re figuring out the rhythm of something ancient and new at the same time. His hands never stop moving—stroking, holding, grounding me as his mouth finds mine.

“You feel so fucking good. Better than I ever imagined. Perfect. You’re perfect,” he rambles.

“Kye,” I pant as his dark eyes meet mine. “I’m so close.”

His eyes close like he’s in pain, and I know he’s also close. His thrusts become rougher as he starts to unravel.

I suck in a sharp breath as his cock hits a spot inside me, lighting up my nerve endings and sending me flying over the edge into pure bliss.

I fall apart, crying out as pleasure crashes over me in waves. Kye follows soon after, groaning low in my ear as he buries his face in my neck.

Afterward, we lie tangled together, limbs intertwined, breaths still evening out.

He strokes my hair and presses a kiss on my forehead. “I’ve never felt like this before,” he murmurs. “Not with anyone.”

I smile against his chest. “Me neither.”

We don’t say much after that. We don’t need to.

Because tonight wasn’t just about sex.

It was about him. About us.

About something real.

I’m finally starting to believe that this might not just be the beginning of a romance.

It might be the start of my forever.

NINE

Kye

The first thingI notice when I open my eyes is that my left arm is numb.

The second? I’m about two inches from falling face-first off the side of Sienna’s tiny twin-sized bed.

“Shit,” I mutter, sitting up too fast and catching my shoulder on the edge of her wall. I wince, rubbing it as I blink blearily around the small bedroom.

Sunlight filters in through the cheap, too-thin curtains, catching in the tousled waves of Sienna’s hair as she stretches and yawns beside me, still curled in the middle of the mattress like the most gorgeous space-hog I’ve ever seen.

My back is already sore. My knees hang off the foot of the bed and my spine is halfway twisted from sleeping at an angle, and I couldn’t care less.

Last night was… everything.

Sienna curls toward me, still half-asleep, and giggles as she catches sight of my awkward position.

“Oh my God, were you falling off the bed?”

“Pretty much,” I grunt, rubbing the back of my neck. “You’re a bed hog, you know that?”

She pouts as she drags her fingers gently over my chest. “Sorry. I’m a starfish sleeper. Comes with being single for too long.”

I grab her hand and kiss her knuckles. “You know what helps with that?”

“What?”

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