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Maybe the fights most of all.
My hair falls across my face, damp and wild and wanting, and Oliver brushes it back with a tenderness that makes my chest explode with more than I can hold.
We reposition our bodies, our curves and angles locking perfectly together. His kiss is hot, searing, our tongues dancing across each other as he pushes against my opening. My back arches, a silent plea for him to enter. And when he obliges, it’s slow — agonizingly slow - but also perfect.
My body shudders, his hands in my hair and my mouth full of his taste. His chest hairs brush against my nipples, and he reaches under my hip to dig his fingers into my ass cheek. We’re a perfect design, no improvement needed.
We move together, fast and full and hungry, and I can’t believe how right it is, can’t believe how right it’s always been. The heat of him is like a spark, like a shock, and I’m on fire.
I know how big this is. I know how big it could be.
And I’m not afraid.
I lose myself in him, but not like I thought, not like I was afraid of. It doesn’t take from me. It doesn’t steal what’s mine. It gives. It’s a gift. It’s Oliver.
Pleasure races through me, and I grip him harder, ready to disappear into whatever magic this is. He groans against mylips, the sound like heavenly music. Gone is the rain slicking our bodies, replaced by our sweat.
Without warning, the pleasure explodes through me, and I moan into Oliver’s mouth. He kisses me fiercely, teeth clanging together as he drives even harder and deeper into me.
And then… we become still.
We gasp for air.
Collapse against each other.
And laugh.
Then laugh some more.
Rolling onto his back, Oliver pulls me close and kisses the top of my head. “We should get stranded in storms more often.”
“This isn’t what usually happens,” I say with a smile.
“That’s fine. I don’t need a storm. Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I have a feeling I’ll be addicted.”
That makes me smile even wider. Snuggling closer to him, I keep my head on his chest and his warmth inside me. I keep the promise and the hope. I keep it all.
CHAPTER 18
OLIVER
Six weeks since the panic attack. A month since arriving at Blazing Trails Ranch.
And one week since I tasted heaven for the first time, which just so happens to be on Carly’s lips.
Now, I don’t even know when I’m going back to Houston, when I’ll get back to the office or to the life I thought I’d always wanted.
There’s no rush anymore. Everything important is here - with Carly, with Bradley. It’s not like it was back in the city, not like it was before when I thought I knew what mattered most.
The old pickup bumps along the gravel drive, the sun already burning bright above us. Bradley bounces on the bench seat between Carly and me, and we head into town, into what I used to think was the middle of nowhere. But now it feels like the only place, the best place.
Our place.
“We’re almost there!” Bradley shouts as if he can’t stand the excitement.
The crowd thickens, the main drag of Miralena looking like a scene from a movie, everyone in the county showing up for the Fourth of July parade.
I didn’t expect any of this. A month ago, I was afraid of letting anything new happen, afraid of letting go and giving up what I’ve always had. Now, spending time with these two is the only thing I’m sure of, the only thing that feels right.
