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And for one perfect moment, it was all worth it for this one glimpse of heaven. Johnny collapsed atop her, sweat slicking both of their skin as he gasped for breath. Boneless. Empty.
At peace, for the first time in years.
And whether she hated him or not, for that one moment her hand clasped the back of his neck as she dragged him into her embrace, and Johnny Colton finally knew what it felt like to not be so alone.
Chapter Fifteen
Morning came.Johnny could feel it tingling in his veins, even deep beneath the rock, as if the warg subsided within him like a contented cat.
Or maybe that was just the aftereffect of finally getting rid of some of this sexual tension between them.
Movement shifted, a soft body wriggling against his as the sheets lifted. He'd taken her again last night before they both collapsed in a sweaty mess and he'd curled around her. Eden had fallen asleep before she could move, and he'd buried his face in the back of her neck and pretended this was real.
But with morning came all those thoughts he was refusing to think of, and the fact this hadactuallyhappened between them last night.
He could feel stiffness stealing though her warm body as she slid away from him like a thief in the night. So that was the way it was going to be. Couldn't say he was surprised.
Pretend to be asleep and let her sidle out of here as if nothing had ever happened? Or take a chance?
Johnny cracked open one eye.
Eden shrugged from the bed of furs, the curve of her spine a shallow canyon in the topography of her back. Her hips flared wide and he caught a glimpse of the undercurve of her breast as she reached for her tank and panties.
Damn.
He was hard and aching in a second, remembering the feel of her beneath him, the taste of her pussy on his tongue. Johnny shifted, his cock aching as memory teased him.
Eden tugged her panties up her long slim legs, bending over just enough to taunt him, before the scrap of black cotton hid the white globes of her ass and her wet pussy from view.
Johnny lunged across the pile of furs and snagged an arm around her waist. "Where do you think you're going?"
Eden gasped, then shivered as he kissed the slope where her shoulder met her neck. "It's morning."
"So it is," he murmured, brushing another kiss just behind her ear.
Her spine arched as her head fell back to allow him better access. The thick tangle of her curly hair fell over him, smelling of the soap she used. Eden didn't push away, but tension lingered in her spine, even as the rest of her began to surrender.
Inch by softening inch.
A sucked-in breath....
The hardening of her nipples.
"It was one night, Colton." Her voice roughened, though he could scent her brewing desire. "I scratched your itch. You scratched mine. Let's not pretend it was anything else."
Morning after regrets. Wasn't that a punch to the throat? One he should have seen coming....
"If you think my itch is scratched, then you have another think coming." Johnny kissed his way across her shoulder. He could almost feel her slipping through his arms, like a dream that scattered upon waking. A part of him wanted to grab hold with both hands and never let her go.
"I want to fuck you again," he whispered.
Funny how she didn't protest the use of that particular word in this instant, as if it somehow distanced them.
"Quiero hacerte el amor," he murmured, kissing the flickering beat of her pulse, suckling there. His right hand slid lower, cupping the weight of her breast. "Quiero ahogarme en ti y nunca dejar ir."
Eden gasped as he nuzzled in against her neck, his erection pressing hotly into her bottom. "Colton!"
"Say my name," he breathed, sliding his roughened palm down the smooth slope of her waist and over the curve of her bottom. "I want to hear it on your lips."
