Page 64 of The One With the Mountain Man

"Who says we can only do this at night?" I wasn't letting something like the sunrise stop whatever this was.

"We can't do this all the time."

I buried myself deep, making her moan. Her inner muscles squeezed me so damn tight, and her nails dug into my skin. "Who says we can't? You want me to stop?"

"No!" she cried out loud enough for it to echo back at us. "I didn't know it could be like this."

"Slow and teasing?"

"So good for so long. I feel like I'm flying."

My head was fuzzy in the best way possible. "We have a whole box of condoms. We do this as long as we want to. We can quit right now or go for days."

"Days?" she gasped as I pulled slowly out and then stroked back inside. I dipped my head again and gave her nipple a flick with my tongue.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Her hands flew above her head, twisting the sheet in her fingers as she arched for me again.

I let her nipple pop free. "My name is Jackson," I teased.

"Jackson!" she gasped.

This was, hands-down, the most extraordinary night of my life. For many reasons. Marley was incredible. A dream come true. Someone I didn't have to explain myself to.

And then she went and did this to my body? To my brain? I didn't even know how I knew this was the way to pleasure her. I just followed my instincts, driven by an overwhelming need to hear her moan, to see her blush, to watch her come.

When I filled her slowly, that moan sent lightning down my spine. When I rolled her nipples or clit, she blushed so beautifully. It made me want to lick her everywhere. It made me feel like I had another gold star on my chart. And when I did it all at the same time, she squeezed my dick like a vise as she came. I was king of the damn world.

The sight of her shaking and gasping for air as she screamed my name over and over, arching back, twisting sheets, breasts shoved in the air as she took all of me, sent me right over the edge with her. I saw nothing but Marley as I emptied every drop I had into the condom. Into her.

"Jackson!" she gasped as she clutched at me, breathless.

"Oh yes," I moaned against her skin as the last of my orgasm rocked me to my core.

"Jackson!" Her arms collapsed to the bed beside us. "I think you broke me!"

I shook my head trying to clear it. "Good broken I hope." The words came out slurred and jumbled.

"Good. Lie down." She helped push me to my back.

I kept my arm around her waist, pulling her to my chest. I didn't want even an inch separating us. "Where have you been all my life, Lee?" I liked talking to her, I enjoyed taking her on a hike, simply being near her made me happy, and now this?

It was probably too good to be true, but I'd take the good as long as I could get it.

She traced her fingers over my skin, running them through the hair on my chest, as she propped her chin against me. "I've been hiding in a house in Florida." She turned those big, sad eyes on me, and I felt it like a kick to the stomach.

Hiding.I hated that word. Hated how she could barely say it. "Well now you're in a wide-open house in the mountains where you never have to hide." And if anything made her feel that way, I'd destroy it.

She smiled. "Where have you been all my life, Jackson?"

We were all about tossing our own words back at each other, weren't we? I ran my hand through her hair, tucking it behind her ear. For so long I felt lost. Like I didn't belong anywhere, especially my own family. But with Marley all of that disappeared. Maybe I'd been wandering for a reason. Maybe all along I knew there was someone out there who needed finding. "I think I've been looking for you."

I watchedthe sunrise from Marley's deck with a cup of coffee in my hands. My body was completely sated. I was more relaxed than I'd ever been, and yet I couldn't sleep. Thank fuck Marley could. She was lightly snoring when I realized sleep wasn't going to happen for me and I snuck out for one of my favorite rituals.

I wasn't a morning person, but I was a dawn person. Watching the sky transition from night to day brought me a sense of peace. A promise that there was beauty in the world even when it was ugly.

Not that there was anything ugly about today. Life couldn't be better.

Maybe that's why I needed to see the sunrise. I needed it to reassure me that this was just another day. Marley was real and this was happening. No one was going to take it away.

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