Page 51 of Fit for Love

Fuck, yes.

“Harder.”My nails dig into his back, punctuating my demand.

He responds by pistoning into me savagely, the expression on his face that of a starving beast.

Holy fuck.“I’m coming…”

His thrusts intensify.

I dig my nails deeper into his skin as my toes curl and I come so hard white specks dance in my vision.It’s as if lightning has struck my clit and electrified all of my nerve endings.

Without giving me a chance to catch my breath, he keeps going with a hard, steady rhythm that pushes his pelvis against mine at just the right angle, hitting my pulsing clit and making another orgasm coil in my core.

I moan as his pace picks up, and then he grunts thickly and thrusts one final time, so deeply I gasp.I feel him spill inside me, and I go over the edge, crying out his name before we collapse into a tangled heap of naked limbs on the bed.

By the time my panting breaths slow, everything seems quiet.

Too quiet.

“Is the thunderstorm over?”I demand indignantly.

Ashton languidly rises from the bed and peeks out the window.“Yeah.It’s just drizzling now.”

Shit.It’s really over?But that means we’re going to live.I know it’s crazy to be disappointed by that, but I almost am.

If we’re going to survive, I might’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life.

At least if I don’t count sleeping with Ashton three years ago as that.

Ignoring the soreness between my legs, I leap to my feet, pull on my pajamas, and look around.“Where’s the bathroom?”

He gives me a pitying look.“There isn’t one.Not in the way you mean.There’s an outhouse nearby.”He gestures at the door.

I gape at him.“What about water?I need to wash up.”

“Ah.”He walks over to his backpack, takes out a towel, and wets it from a giant water cooler bottle in one corner of the room.“I hope this will suffice.”

“Hardly,” I snap.“And it goes without saying: I’m leaving Swamp Sparkle Safari a one-star review.”

He nods.“I might go a step further and show Bubba some martial arts moves that I know.”

“Right, assuming Bubba or Dottie ever come back.”And hey, if they don’t, we still might die here—so there’s that.

As I take the towel from Ashton, my treacherous body reacts to his very naked nearness, but in my body’s defense, he’s semi-hard, again.And exuding heat.And smelling like a sex god.

“Turn away,” I say imperiously.

He smirks.“I’ve already seen all there is to see.”

“Please.Don’t make this worse.”

“Fine.”He shows me his back, and I quickly wash up, then inform him that I’m done.

“So…” he says.“What now?”

My stomach rumbles.“Is there any food?”

He walks over to the water cooler bottle and gestures at a big jar near it.“I hope you like trail mix.”

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