Page 108 of Scatter the Bones

“No, why?” I gasp.

He lifts his hips, hitting me at a different angle or deeper, dragging his cock over the spot that makes my legs tremble.

I let out a sharp scream and clamp my hand over my mouth.

His lips curve into a wicked smirk. “I’d like to hold a wand to you right here.” He applies more pressure to my clit and my eyes roll back from the sharp pleasure. “While I’m fucking you just like this.” He thrusts extra hard to paint me a vivid picture.

My soul’s ready to leave my body from the excruciating bliss and he wants to add more sensations?

“I don’t think. It’s necessary.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh my God.”

“Not necessary. But fun.”

I dig my heels into the mattress, lifting my hips and using the leverage to grind myself against him.

“Yes,” he groans. “Fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

A raw, guttural groan tears from his chest. His hips change rhythm, snapping against me faster and faster as he chases his release.

Then I’m falling off a cliff with him.

Jigsaw

Heart beating at a rapid clip, I thrust one last time. White sears my vision and blood rushes through my ears, dulling every sound but our heavy breathing.

My legs are like jelly as I pull out and collapse over her body. I rest my head on her chest, her heart thudding beneath my ear. She runs her fingers through my hair. Why does every orgasm with this woman shatter my entire universe?

“Give me a sec,” I mumble.

“Take all the time you need.” She strokes her fingers over my back. “I couldn’t move if my life depended on it.” Her body shakes with laughter under me.

I kiss the side of her breast and shift my weight off her but keep my hand resting on her stomach.

“Let me clean up, and I’ll get started on the snow.”

“Mmm.” She stretches, eyes still closed. “I want to stay in bed with you all day.”

“Nothing I’d rather do more.” I press a kiss to her cheek, already regretting the need to move.

The low, incessant whine of a poorly maintained snowblower buzzes faintly from outside, drawing our attention to the window.

Margot props herself up on one elbow and cocks her head. “That must be Paul or my dad.”

I lean over and kiss her cheek again. “Let me go help them out. But first, can you check in with your dad about the plow? I’m going to call Remy and see if he can make it over here.”

“Why Remy?”

“He has a plow on his old Bronco. Or at least he used to. Hoping he still does.”

“Oh.” A soft, dreamy expression slides over her face. “You’re very resourceful.”

“I can be.” Fuck, I hate leaving this bed. Especially when she’s in it, hair wild, skin flushed, her legs tangled in the sheets. Nothing but pure temptation.

Maybe she senses my hesitation. She rolls to her side and slips out of bed, tugging her top into place as she moves toward her closet. I force myself to turn away and head down the hall, each step more reluctant than the last.

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Fifteen minutes later, I step onto the back porch and the wind slaps me in the face, cutting through my leather jacket. Yup, I’d really rather be upstairs in bed with Margot.

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