Page 111 of Moonlit Colorado

Then he grabbed the thin, lacy fabric in both hands and tore it apart. Holy crap. A jolt of pure desire throbbed between my legs.

“Is this filthy enough for you?” he asked.

“Definitely on the right track.”

Dane shoved his boxer briefs down to his thighs. He fisted his cock and stroked it a few times, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Then he glanced to the side. “Fuck. Supplies are in the bedroom.”

“I’m okay just like this if you are. We can go bare.”

A groan rumbled from his chest. He brought his hand between my legs and circled my clit a few times before dipping two fingers inside me. I gasped at the sudden sensation, but that quickly turned into a moan. It felt so good. And I still had my shredded panties on, which I had never realized would be so hot.

“I’ve been aching to get inside you again,” he said, those gray irises as dark as gunmetal. “You have no idea how difficult it was to hold back.”

“I thought we weren’t doing that anymore.” I arched my spine and wiggled my hips in invitation.

He grinned, incisors flashing. Holding firmly to my hip with one hand and his cock with the other, he pushed into me with one long, smooth thrust. “Oh, damn.” His eyes closed for a moment and he gritted his teeth. “You better tell me if any of this is too much. Because I am dangerously close to losing control.”

“I’m ready for you.”

He grabbed my hands and pressed them above my head against the couch cushion. “Guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

He kept his upper body propped up, looking down at me as his hips pumped. Languidly at first, like he was testing me, before he picked up the pace and intensity. I had to wrap my legs around him just to hold on. The movement made me ache in my sore spots, but it just reminded me of how strong I was. I had been through so much, and I was still here. The fear that I’d held inside of me for too long was finally fading away.

I felt alive.Free.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he said. “But I can think of something even better.” He pulled out of me and went down onto the floor instead, shoving the coffee table aside and sprawling right there on the rug in the sexiest display I had ever seen. He hadn’t even bothered to take off his boxer briefs, leaving them down around his thighs. “Want you to ride me. Show me what you’ve got.”

I got up, shoving my shredded panties off as I did, and straddled him, crying out as his cock filled me at this new angle. Dane held onto me and bucked upward. Still rough, but somehow a little more gentle on my head and sore ribs. Like Dane had somehow known exactly what I needed.

Our bodies moved together in a wild rhythm. Saying far more than we’d been able to express in words.

And then Dane said, “I love you, Grace,” and my chest squeezed around my heart. I couldn’t say that back to him, not yet, but I still felt it. I felt more for this man than I ever thought I could for anyone.

Love was a risk, but I had never known that stepping out into the open, facing the fear and taking that chance, could make me feel invincible.

“You gonna come for me?” he asked, low and sexy. I couldn’t even answer. I was feeling too much. Everything crescendoed at once, the pleasure overtaking me. His name was on my lips as I cried out. Dane thrust his cock into me a few more times until he shouted, and I felt the hot pulse of him inside me. No barriers. I fell forward against his chest.

His heart beat against my cheek, thrumming just as fast as mine.

THIRTY-TWO

Dane

I’d never hadsex like that before. Somehow uninhibited and completely connected at the same time.

Probably because I’d never been with a woman I was in love with.

The first time with Grace had been amazing, but my feelings for her had grown exponentially in the weeks since.

“We’re going to have to do that as often as possible,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

She giggled, snuggling against me, and I draped my arms over her back to keep her right there. I didn’t want to move from the spot for as long as possible.

Grace was just…everything. I should’ve known she could handle far more than I had been giving her. And I didn’t mean physically. I had kept things from her because of my own hangups. Facing a tense negotiation for a deal or hostiles in a war zone—those were things I could handle with barely a shift in my vital signs. But telling the woman I loved just how completely head over heels I was for her?

I’d been worried that she would get spooked. Run from me like she’d done the night of the masquerade party. But this time she hadn’t, andfuckI was relieved.

All my life, I had pushed myself to accomplish great things. But Grace pushed me in entirely different ways. Winning her felt like the biggest accomplishment of them all. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t said she loved me. The declaration would come in time. I was still cocky enough to have zero doubts about that.

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