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He blinked at her as a flush bloomed across his cheeks, and Sorcha had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing in his face. Fates, what a pair they made—desperate for each other but unable to see it.
A gusty groan echoed through the cave, and Orek smacked a hand over his face. When he felt her shaking with suppressed laughter, he pushed her face into his neck so she couldn’t see him.
Sorcha hooted with laughter, unable to contain it, her giggles coming in starbursts that sparkled and fizzed in her chest. Soon he was shaking with it too, curling around her as they laughed together about how silly they’d been.
When the laughter faded to a pleasant hum of happiness, Orek pulled her up the furs so their faces were even as they lay together.
“You wanted me all that time?” He sounded as though he still couldn’t believe it.
“Yes. Longer, even.”
He claimed her lips in a searing kiss, hand straying low to skim over her thigh and draw her knee up over his hip, opening her to him.
“I’m yours,” he said. “Anything you want, anything you need, it’s yours.”
Sorcha hummed happily. “Good. Because I wantyou.”
With a light push, he lay back in the furs, allowing Sorcha to straddle him. Her thighs burned, spread so wide over his thick waist and hips, and she shivered to feel her quim bared to the cool air of the cave.
Rumbling that purr she was coming to love, Orek filled his hands with her flanks.
“You have me.”
“Just where I want you,” she agreed, lowering her hips to run her molten quim over the underside of his cock.
Whatever he meant to say next choked in his throat when she began a leisurely glide up and down his length, coating him in her growing slick. She planted her hands on his gorgeously muscled chest for balance, indulging in a slow, delicious dance, driving them higher, slow and sweet.
He held her up when she finally took him in hand and notched that broad head at her entrance. She sank on his cock with a moan, the drag burningso goodshe had to raise herself up and do it again. And again. For as long as she could stand it and then a little more.
A consummate horsewoman, that night, Sorcha discovered just how good a ride her handsome halfling could be.
23
They made little progress that week. Well, depending on what was measured for progress. If it was distance traveled, then no, they did little of that. If it was by number of moments that stuck in Sorcha’s heart and mind, filling her to the brim until she felt ready to burst with a resonant joy she’d never felt before, then yes. Or if it was by number of orgasms, most definitely they had progressed leaps and bounds.
The storm kept them confined to the cave for almost three days, the first harbinger of winter bringing down heavy curtains of sleet that splashed past the cave entrance. It was easy to forget the storm and the world outside entirely when she had the hot springs and her handsome halfling to keep her warm.
When the rain finally broke, they stayed in the cave another night to let the ground firm up again and indulge one last time in the pools. Sorcha’s lips were swollen and her fingers gone white and wrinkled for a long time after, lost to the heat of his kisses.
Perhaps the most pleasing of all was just how quick andenthusiastica study Orek was. Given the chance, he’d devoted himself to exploring and touching and kissing every inch of her, as if he wouldn’t be satisfied until every part of her was laid bare before him. He could spend hours kissing up one side of her body and down the other, a delicious torture she could only endure for so long before she tackled him back into the furs.
And fates, the mouth on this male.Once he’d figured out a few naughty words rumbled in her ear was a sure way to get her blood burning, he was incorrigible.
And even better, he always made good on his promises.
A small part of her did niggle with worry over how things may be different when it was finally time to start out again. They broke camp and walked into blinding sunlight, the world fresh and crisp from the days of rain.
She’d been silly to worry.
Always he found ways to touch her—brushing back her hair or sliding a hand down her back or tucking her into his side. Sorcha’s favorite was to hold his hand as they walked, the firm reassurance making her heart puddle. She was beginning to suspect that if she allowed it, Orek would carry her everywhere if only to have her crushed to his chest.
More than once as they walked that first day out of the cave, he pulled her to a stop and drew her tight to his chest, arms banded around her so there was no escape from the tender gaze he leveled her with nor the searing kiss he pressed to her lips.
He’s far too good at this already.
She gobbled up the attention, always hungry for more. She’d thought to be the one to ease into and show him affection and tenderness, and Sorcha always looked for opportunities to touch him and give as good as she got, but sometimes she just couldn’t keep up. He stunned her with his gentleness and his dirty words, whispered in that deep purr that made her heart and quim clench.
That purr was how they ended up fulfilling her fantasies of being taken by this big, brutal male against a tree. It’d required only a little teasing payback to work him up, and Sorcha gasped with excitement when he finally spun her up against the nearest tree and placed her hands above her head while kicking her legs apart.
