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He broke off, hips hitching in a shallow thrust that made them both gasp.

“Me, too,” Layla managed, heels digging into the backs of his thighs to urge him deeper. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, since the moment I saw you.”

He swore again and began to move, setting up a rhythm that built quickly from slow and easy to hard and fast. The wet sounds of their bodies coming together filled the room, underscored by the low rumble of Finn’s groans and Layla’s hoarse cries.

It was better than anything Layla could ever have imagined, the slick slide of him, the feeling of being so perfectly filled. Every drag of him over her sensitive nerve endings ratcheted the tension higher, pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter lower in her belly.

His hand snaked between their straining bodies, seeking out her clit. He circled it in tight, devastating strokes, and Layla bucked beneath him, head thrashing on the pillow.

“That’s it, baby,” he urged, his fingers and his body moving faster. “Let me feel you come apart.”

Layla shattered with a ragged scream, clenching down around him as wave after wave of sensation crashed through her. Finn followed her over the edge with a hoarse shout of his own, burying himself to the hilt as he pulsed inside her.

They collapsed together in a tangle of arms and legs. Finn gathered her close, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to her forehead, her temple. Any part he could reach.

“That was…” Layla trailed off, pleasantly boneless and achy in places she’d forgotten she had.

“Yeah,” Finn growled against her throat. “It was.”

“Can we do it again? Like immediately?”

She felt his grin curve against her shoulder. “Give me fifteen minutes, and I’ll do my level best.”

Layla wiggled happily against him. “Deal.”

Finn’s heart clenched, his arms tightening convulsively around her curvy frame, knowing this was where he wanted to stay forever. There had never been a choice, not really. Not since the first moment he’d locked eyes with this beautiful runaway bride.

He couldn’t have left even if he’d wanted to. Not now, not after finally having her. Holding her.

Finn sealed his mouth to hers once more, rolling them until she was draped over the solid weight of his chest. “Sleep,” he murmured, stroking her hair. They drifted off to sleep together.

CHAPTER SIX

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The early morning sun filtered through the bedroom windows. Layla stretched lazily; her body deliciously sore in all the right places from the previous night’s activities. Beside her, Finn stirred, his arm tightening around her waist as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

“Morning, beautiful,” he rumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

Layla hummed in contentment, turning in his embrace to brush a kiss over his stubbled chin. “Morning, handsome.”

Finn’s fingers danced up the bare skin of her spine, igniting sparks of desire low in her belly. Layla arched into his touch, relishing the solid heat of him pressed against her.

“As much as I’d love to stay here in bed with you all day,” Finn murmured, his lips grazing her ear, “I have something else in mind for us today.”

Layla leaned back to study his face, one of her hands traveling over the hard muscular planes of his body. “Oh? And what might that be?”

He gave a low growl, moving into her touch. “How would you feel about hiking with me up the mountain? There’s something I want to show you.”

“A hike?” Layla arched a brow, fighting a smile. “And here I thought you intended to keep me naked and in your bed all day.”

Finn’s gaze darkened, his fingers flexing on her hip. “Don’t tempt me, woman. But trust me, this will be worth it.”

And really, how could she resist that face? Those eyes? With an exaggerated sigh of disappointment, Layla threw back the covers.

“Alright, mountain man. Lead the way.”

An hour later, they set off up the trail leading from Finn’s cabin, his pack filled with camera equipment and some supplies for the day. The morning air held a slight chill, but Layla knew the exertion of the hike would soon have her blood pumping.

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