Page 19 of Possessive Mountain Man

We move together, matching one another stroke for stroke.

Sliding his hand down to the back of my knee, he pulls my leg up and angles his hips. Finding the spot inside of me that craves his cock.

“Are you gonna come for me again?” he asks. He pumps his hips harder. “Are you going be a good girl?”

I plant a hand on his ass and press myself more deeply. “Right there. I’m almost there.”

He keeps going, drilling and pumping. A thin sheen of sweat covers our skin.

When at last, I can’t resist anymore, I go soaring again. I take him with me this time as he finds his release with a shout.

After, we lie together, our bodies a tangle of limbs and heat under the worn quilt he pulled over us.

Outside the open door, the fire crackles softly in the background, a low, soothing background to the echoes of pleasure still thrumming through my body.

Hayes rests on his side, one arm slung possessively around my waist, his hand splayed low over my stomach. His thumb traces lazy circles against my skin, sending little aftershocks through me.

I shift slightly to look up at him, and find him already watching me, his eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them.

“Hey,” I whisper, my voice rough with exhaustion.

“Hey,” he says back, his voice so low it vibrates in my chest.

For a moment, we just look at each other, and it feels like the world has shrunk down to this—this bed, this cabin, this man.

“You okay?” he asks, his hand tightening slightly on my waist.

I nod. “More than okay.”

He smiles, small and rare, and I want to take a picture of it to keep forever.

But as the initial bliss ebbs, a flicker of uncertainty creeps in.

“What now?” I murmur.

Hayes’s brow furrows slightly, and he pulls me closer, tucking me against his chest. I rest my ear over his heart, listening to its steady beat.

“Now,” he says, his lips brushing the top of my head, “we take a nap so I can make love to you again in a few hours.”

“I like the sound of that.” My grin slips. “And after that?”

He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “We enjoy what we have now and figure out the rest later.”

It’s not a full plan, but it’s good enough for now.

SIX

HAYES

When I open my eyes in the morning, it’s to the most beautiful woman in my arms.

Elise is curled against me. Her breath is swarm on my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns over my ribs. I tighten my hold on her, like maybe if I hold her close enough, the world outside this cabin won’t matter.

But I know better.

The storm has quieted down. That means we’ll have to face the reality of the world soon enough.

I should get up. I should put distance between us before the real world crashes back in.

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