Page 110 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bride

She kisses me deeply, the taste of my release still on her tongue, and it might be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Her already slick core rubs along my still-hard cock, and she rolls her hips against me, making a low groan slip from my lips as I tighten my arms around her.

Her fingers twine in my hair. “Feel better?”

“Fucking hell, Lyla. What the fuck was that?”

Little jolts still sizzle through me as she places an almost chaste kiss on the corner of my lips.

“Me trying to take your mind off everything.”

“Well, it fucking worked.”

Having her in my arms like this, having her touch me like that, makes everything else disappear. All the worry. All the doubts. All the complications we’re sure to face.

Though, I know it won’t be for long.

We can only ignore what waits for us for a few more hours. And I’m going to savor every single moment I have with her, the same way I do her taste, while I let her know how much I fucking need her.

This woman has taken a broken, scarred man intent on hiding from the world and somehow convinced him there’s hope out there for something better, for somethingmore.

I have to show her how much she means to me, even if I don’t know how to say the words and maybe never will be able to.

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LYLA

Silas rolls us until he has me pinned under him, my back pressing into the soft, luxurious mattress, and his hard, muscled body keeps me prone. His hair spills forward over his shoulders, brushing the pillow on either side of me, cocooning us like we’re the only two people in the fucking world.

That’s all I want—to pretend that none of this is happening, that tomorrow he’s not going to have to go back and confront his demons in the place that ended up being his torture chamber instead of his home. Where he should have been safe and loved.

I want to show him what that feels like because he’s never experienced it in his entire life.

If he’ll let me.

Though he’s let me in, he still holds back. He still keeps things close to his chest and buried deep inside him when opening up and letting go is the only way for him to move forward.

I reach up and press my hand against his bearded cheek. There was a time, not so long ago, when he would have flinched, but now he leans into the touch. He drops his head and kisses me deeply as he reaches between us to drag his fingers through my arousal.

My hips bow into him, craving it, needing the friction against my already throbbing clit. He brushes across it lightly but doesn’t stay long, instead grasping his cock and rubbing it between my slick folds, already rock hard again and ready to go.

It seems my distraction worked—even if only for a little while.

And it isn’t just for him.

It’s for me, too.

To forget about Joey and the uncertainty that awaits him.

Silas and I both need this, and he appears intent on devouring me, his lips moving over mine, hips grinding. I tear my mouth from his on a gasp and wrap my hand around his on his cock, aligning it, so he can shove into me in one hard thrust that makes me dig my nails into his back.

“Fuck, Silas.”

He groans in my ear and buries his face against my neck, kissing me there, his beard abrading my skin in the most delicious way as he draws his hips back and slams into me again.

This isn’t the same man I’ve been tangled with like this before.

This is Silas untamed.

This is Silas, truly ready to fall over the edge, and I’m going to give him a nudge in the right direction.

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