Page 14 of Beauty and the Bounty Hunter

Taking my time, enjoying the sounds of her pleasure and impatience, I trailed my hands up her legs and traced the line of her slick seam through the forest of dark curls. My mouth watered as my fingers found the taut nub of her clit. She arched off the bed as I rubbed it. “Harbor.” My name in her voice was music, safety. Katrina was my rescuer, my salvation.

I slipped my fingers inside her channel as I latched my lips around her clit, relishing the taste of her.

For now, all my hands needed to do was bring her pleasure.

CHAPTER 12

Katrina

The orgasm built slowly, but to Harbor’s credit, he didn’t rush me. He didn’t instruct me to come as he thrust his fingers in and out of me, or stop his attention to my clit as he ravished me with his hands and mouth.

No, he was dedicated, and his dedication showed.

Each stroke of his calloused fingers inside my tender flesh, or flick of his tongue, the buff of his beard. All of it combined into the kind of orgasm I’d only dreamed about. It built as heat deep inside my core, flaring through my stomach, then up and down my spine until every part of my body, even my scalp, tingled and begged and chanted his name. Harbor. Harbor. Harbor.

His fingers curled deep inside me again, and that was the moment I broke. Spasms of white hot pleasure rippled through me, marking me as forever changed. For whatever reason Harbor Stryke had come into my life, he filled a part that had always been missing.

And I wanted more. More of him, of this night, of this feeling of being made of electricity, overwhelmed and sated all at once.

He rose from between my legs, his thick cock swollen and erect.

I couldn’t help it. I licked my lips.

“See something you like?’ He smiled in an endearing, lopsided way and stretched his body across mine, covering me. I ran my hands over his bare chest, relishing the geometry of his muscles overlain with scars. He flinched as my fingers trailed along the stellate rise over his flank. “The scars shouldn’t be this bad,” he said softly. “I keloid. It’s why they look like this.”

“I’ve heard of keloids before.” I shifted my touch lower, trailing along his stomach, feeling the way his lower abs tightened. His cock tapped against my leg. “Maybe you need them. To remind you.” I wanted to know every story, every order. No man could be that bad if he had made me come like a tsunami.

He cupped my chin in his palm, gentle but firm. “I only want to remember you.” The sincerity in his touch reignited all the desire that had ebbed in the wake of my orgasm.

“I’ll never forget you.” I shifted our position, flipping him onto his back with my legs astride his stomach. “I’ll never forget the way you make me feel.” I kissed his chest, digging my nails into the muscle, and his cock swelled against my ass. “But I want to feel you inside me. I want you to come as hard as you made me.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He pawed at the bed sheets and found the condom in its wrapper. I took it from him, and sheathed him quickly. Not that I was an expert, but Harbor’s cock had girth. Like it promised that this would be exactly as good as I imagined.

“Maybe not.” I slid over his erection, wetting it with my arousal. “Maybe I don’t deserve you either. But we both deserve to take pleasure where we can.” Sinking onto his cock, I sighed as I stretched around him. Fuck. Yes. “Baby, you are going to make me come all over again.”

He groaned as he bottomed out inside me. Then, with a sudden motion that left me breathless, he sat upright, pushing his cock deeper, and wrapping his arms around my back. “That’s the plan. Again and again and again.”

Hells to the yes. It took us a moment to find our rhythm, but the way he filled me did things to my body I hadn’t known were possible. While he let me grind over him, working him the way I liked, he bent his head and took my nipple in his mouth. Rainbows flashed across my vision.

I lost track of what happened after that. It could have lasted ten hours or ten minutes. Either way, when I exploded this time, he came right along with me, clenching and biting and gasping for air. Who needed air when there was sex like this? I’d gladly give up oxygen for several more episodes of this. Of him.

Harbor, my body sang as he withdrew from me and disposed of the condom. Harbor, it whispered as he brought a warm washcloth to clean me, his movements as gentle as if he were restoring a famous painting. Harbor, it begged as we drifted off to sleep, my head nestled against his broad chest.

CHAPTER 13

Harbor

I woke up, my body relaxed. Holy fuck, did I actually sleep a full night?

With my arm still wrapped around Katrina, I glanced out the cover-less window at the snowy world beyond this little cabin. It was morning, well into it by the bright sun reflecting off the fresh powder.

And I had nowhere to be. I snuggled down into bed and pulled Katrina tighter to me. Her body fit against mine in a way I’d never thought possible. With other women, I’d always been too tall or too short, too broad or too gruff. She was perfect. Soft and yielding, unbreakable, even for a bruiser like me.

So what if I wanted to luxuriate in this for a little while longer? Even if the road crews out here were superhuman, it was highly unlikely we would be able to get out of our driveway. The cabin didn’t even have heat, so there was zero chance of a snowblower hidden in a shed.

No need to leave Katrina’s side. I kissed the top of her head, the silky strands of her thick hair still smelling of woodsmoke and lilies and lavender.

An old Army friend of mine was a lawyer outside Green Bay. Once Katrina woke up and I’d fed her, I’d send my friend the records of what we had found last night to see if it was enough to free Katrina. A little pro bono private investigation. Maybe I would never have to take her to Milwaukee or turn her into the police. I had some money set aside. I could pay off the bail bondsman.

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