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Biting my lip, I wait.

It’s so quiet, save for the pulse beating in my ears, that I hear his long exhale and his growled words. “Fuck it.”

The duvet rustles with his movement, the mattress dipping moments before I feel his arm dive between my legs and hook around the one I keep bent as I sleep. I gasp when his hand flattens over my butt, and he hauls me into his bare chest, his leg wedging between mine. I release that groan when I instinctively drape my thigh over his waist, sinking more into his body.

He lets loose a satisfied hum when my body finally touches his from chest to knee, his hand diving beneath my sleep shirt to flatten against my lower back where his fingertips feather over my skin.

“Perfect,” he mumbles into my hair, the arm he has beneath me tightening its curl around me, holding me as close as possible. “So fucking perfect, Mama.”

I huff out some kind of agreement and settle into him, my nose buried in his neck.

Sleep threatens to claim me, and while I try my best to fight it, to keep enough consciousness that I can remember this in the morning, I feel myself slipping into the depths of unconsciousness.

“God, I think you broke me, Anna.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Toby

“It’s been five days.”

I lean in the doorway of the bedroom and stare at the woman I’m basically frothing over with my arms crossed over my chest.

The arched brow thrown in my direction from the bed where Anna works looks almost as vicious as the wait has been.

Pure torture.

My hand has not been enough.

Drowning in her ocean scent all night, her body pressed into mine …

Absolute torment.

Do I plan on stopping?

Hard no.

“My balls are aching,” I murmur and push off the door frame, stalking straight to her side. “Help me empty them.”

Anna’s face turns the same shade of red as a beet as she sputters out a laugh. “Jesus Christ, Jeffers. Insatiable much?”

I hum and hike a knee up on the mattress. “Always.”

She just shakes her head and goes back to typing on the laptop taking up the space of her thighs. “We’re heading home tonight. What do you plan to do then?”

Shrugging, I snag the computer, eliciting a gasp from the surprised workaholic, and toss it across the bed. “Sounds like a problem for later.”

Lifting so I’m on the bed the rest of the way, I brace one hand on the comforter that smells just like her and wrap the other around her waist, dragging her under me.

“Jeffers,” she yelps, the embarrassed redness to her cheeks fading into an aroused flush. “We have stuff we gotta do and I’m working!”

I hum through a gritted jaw and ignore her protests, dipping low so that my nose drags over the column of her throat.

Inhaling, I let the ocean of her claim me, swirl around inside of me until it’s settled low in my gut. “Just means we gotta make the best of our time.” My tongue darts out to taste the soft skin of her neck. “Not much time to christen the rest of the cabin.”

“Toby,” Anna half whimpers, half protests, but her hands are on me, gripping the fabric covering my torso. “Since when do you wear clothes?”

I chuckle. “Since someone had to clear the damned driveway.”

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