Page 30 of Chasing the Wild
The orgasm flooded over me, making me cry out and shake and lose control. And he didn't stop. He worked me through it and into another, and then another, until I was sobbing with pleasure and pushing at his head because it was too much.
"Too much?" he asked, pulling back with glistening lips.
"No. Yes. I don't know." I was incoherent, boneless, wrecked in the best way.
"Good." He crawled up my body, settling between my legs. "Because I'm nowhere near done with you."
He pushed inside in one smooth thrust, and we both groaned at the perfect fit. Even after this morning, even after all the times last night, my body still struggled to accommodate his size.
But God, it felt incredible.
"This is what I wanted," he said, starting to move with deep, powerful strokes. "You in my bed. In my home. Where you belong."
"Yes," I gasped, wrapping my legs around him and meeting each thrust.
This time was different from the desperate claiming in the tent or the quick intensity in the shower. This was slower. More deliberate. Sam taking his time to learn my body, to show me what we could be together. He made love to me like we had all the time in the world. Like nothing existed beyond this bed, this moment, this connection between us.
"I'm close," I warned, feeling that familiar coil of pleasure tightening.
"I know. Can feel it." His hand slid between us, finding my clit. "Come for me, Jess. Come for me in my bed where you belong."
The orgasm built slowly this time, rolling like a wave instead of crashing like a storm. My whole body clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and I heard him groan my name as he followed me over.
We lay tangled together afterward, sweaty and satisfied, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most comforting way.
"Stay here," he murmured against my neck. "Don't go back to that life that's killing you. Stay here with me and build something real."
"Sam—"
His phone rang, the sound harsh and jarring in our peaceful bubble.
"Ignore it," I said, but it kept ringing.
With a curse, he rolled away and grabbed it from his jeans pocket. "What?"
I watched his expression harden as he listened. "We’re at Eagle’s Rest." A pause. "Now? Jesus, Kevin—" Another pause, and his jaw clenched. "How long do we have?"
He hung up and stared at the phone for a long moment before looking at me.
“What was that all about?”
"There's a weather window opening. Narrow one—maybe three hours. After that, another system moves in and we could be stuck here for a week. Your boss is demanding you come back now. The helicopter's already en route to evacuate the group."
My stomach dropped. "Three hours?"
"Two, by the time we get you down there." His eyes held mine, and I saw everything in them—love and hope and desperate fear. "So I need you to make a choice, Jess. Right now. Stay here with me. Miss the helicopter. Let them leave without you."
"I can't just abandon everything without a plan."
"Yes, you can." He moved closer, his hands framing my face. "You can choose this. Choose me. Choose us. Or you can get on that helicopter and go back to drowning in Manhattan, and we both know if you leave now, you won't come back."
"That's not fair. I have responsibilities to take care of. Things I have to finish."
"I know you do." His voice cracked. "But I'm asking you to choose yourself anyway. Choose being alive over being responsible. Choose the woman you are with me over the woman they expect you to be."
"This is coming too fast. I need time to think."
"That's the one thing we don't have." He pressed his forehead to mine. "I love you, Jess. I'm in love with you. And I'm asking you to stay with me."
