Page 13 of Forever with the Mountain Man
This time is slower, deeper. I let her set the pace, watching her move above me in the moonlight, beautiful and uninhibited. When she comes apart the second time, I follow her over, her name a prayer on my lips.
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Caroline
Iwakeupsorein the best possible way, with beard burn on my thighs and bruises in the shape of Finn's fingers on my hips.
"Morning, beautiful." He's propped on one elbow, watching me with an intensity that makes me shiver.
"How long have you been staring at me?"
"Hour, maybe two." His hand traces lazy patterns on my naked stomach. "Trying to memorize every inch of you."
"Why do you need to memorize me?" I stretch, enjoying the way his eyes darken as the sheet slips lower. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Promise?"
Instead of answering with words, I push him onto his back and straddle him, sinking down onto his already-hard length with a moan.
"Does this feel like I'm going anywhere?" I ask, rolling my hips.
"Fuck, Caroline." His hands grip my waist, guiding my movements. "You're going to kill me."
"What a way to go," I tease, increasing my pace.
This is what I love about sex with Finn—it's not just the mind-blowing orgasms or the way he makes me feel like a goddess. It's the rawness of it, the way we can go from tender to frantic in seconds, the way he looks at me like I'm everything he's ever wanted.
"That's it, baby," he encourages as I ride him harder. "Take what you need."
What I need is him. All of him. Forever.
The thought should scare me—we've only known each other a few weeks. But as I come apart on top of him, I know with absolute certainty that this is it for me.
Later, as we eat breakfast, at 2 PM because we couldn't keep our hands off each other long enough to get out of bed earlier, Finn suddenly goes serious.
"We need to talk about what happens when the school repairs are done."
"What about it?"
"I have another job lined up in Burlington. Three-month commercial project."
Burlington is two hours away. My stomach drops.
"Oh."
"But I'm thinking of turning it down."
"Why?"
He reaches across the table, taking my hand. "You know why."
"Finn, you can't turn down work because of me—"
"I can and I will." His thumb strokes over my knuckles. "Unless you're saying this is just sex to you."
"You know it's not."
"Then what is it?"
