Page 45 of Mountain Summons

“Lena …”

“Shhh. Remember. Very. Light. Exercise.” She punctuated every word with a small shift of her hips, loving the low groaning sounds she elicited from Tristan.

“Where do you keep the condoms?” she asked.

There was a moment of silence, as if he had no idea what she was talking about. As if he’d forgotten language itself. “Bedside table,” he finally ground out, pointing to the left.

Lena reached over and pulled the drawer open, bringing out a red foil package. She ripped it open with her teeth, hoping she looked aggressive and in control rather than just foolish.

She shouldn’t have worried. Tristan wasn’t staring at the condom. He was staring at her. She slid the condom on him slowly. He was so hard, and she wanted him inside her so badly, but she’d also be lying if she didn’t admit she was nervous. It’d been a while for her, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever been with a man as well endowed.

“Lena? You alright?” His fingers on her chin made her raise her head. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t?—”

“I want to,” she interrupted. She really,reallywanted it.

He nodded, seemingly satisfied by whatever he’d seen in her eyes. “Then take me inside you,” he asked.

Lena lowered herself slowly. She was hot and wet, but tight from her recent orgasm, and he was big. Pleasure engulfed her as the head went in, then the first couple of inches. There wassomuch of him.

Mmm … so much pleasure.

She closed her eyes, feeling the way he stretched her.

“Open your eyes, Lena,” Tristan said, his voice hoarse. “I want to see you.”

She did, and their eyes met as she finished lowering herself onto his cock.

“Ride me.” It was a command, couched as a request, and Lena had no choice but to do as he asked. His hands found her hips, but he didn’t rush her, he didn’t push her, he just held her as she found her rhythm.

“I’m … so close, Lena,” he gasped. He licked his thumb and slowly—maddeningly slowly—brought it to her clit, rubbing the small, tight nub in rhythm to the movement of her hips.

Yes. More.The pleasure grew and grew, tightening everything inside her, until she no longer knew wherehefinished andshebegan.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” Tristan groaned through clenched teeth.

And then they both fell together, right off the cliff.

18

Tristan

“Do you think this is what your doctor had in mind, when he recommended light exercise?” Lena asked, her short, blunt nails tracing lazy circles on his chest.

Tristan barely swallowed back a groan. She was sprawled half on top of him, one leg draped over his, her bare foot stroking absent patterns against his lower calf.

Such a simple touch, but God, he loved the way she touched him.

In the last week, she’d mapped his body with her hands, her lips, her teeth. And he, in turn, had done the same, learning her, savoring her, exploring her.

He’d been careful not to strain himself—he still hadn’t taken her hard against the wall, the way hereallywanted to. Instead, he’d added it to the list of things he wanted to do with her later. It was a list that was growing dangerously long. And not only with sexual positions. There were other things on it, too. Hewas discovering there was no limit to the number of things he wanted to do with Lena.

He hadn’t, however, shared this with her. They rarely spoke about the future and, if the subject ever came up, Lena dodged it like the proverbial bullet. Changed the subject. Looked away. As if she didn’t believe there could be a future for them beyond these four walls, beyond his recovery.

And that thought? It twisted something inside him. That, after everything they’d been through, she still seemed to have so little faith in them.

Though he was feeling stronger every day, Tristan was almost tempted to delay his inevitable return to the real world. But he had a job to get back to. And so did Lena. She’d put everything on hold to be with him, but they couldn’t hide here, playing house together, no matter how tempting the thought might be.

But that also didn’t mean they had to stop seeing each other.

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