Page 65 of Love By a Landslide

Jonathan smiled and rested his forehead against hers,grounding her. “Fuck yes,” he whispered hoarsely.

Lucy’s head fell back as she slicked down his length. The stretch was divine, and the fullness overwhelming in its perfection. Her arms twined around his shoulders, teasing the hair at the nape of his neck. Pumping back and forth, she let her hips glide as slowly as she could possibly manage.More, faster.She resisted the internal plea, opting instead to savor the exquisite feel of him inside of her.

Jonathan trailed kisses and groaned broken mutterings along Lucy’s jaw, neck, and collarbone. Words likeincredibleandsunshineandso gooddrifted from the incoherence. His fingertips dug greedily into her hips, pulling her harder against him. Together, they built up speed, hurtling toward the heat of another climax.

“Jonathan.” She clung to his shoulders, gripping the solid expanse of muscle clenched in an effort to maintain his control. “Come with me. Please.”

Nodding, he pulled back to look at her. His eyes were storming pools: golden and fiery and wild. Unfettered rapture played across his features. “Tell me.”

She couldn’t wait any longer, teetering dangerously close to the edge. “Now.”

A few more ferocious thrusts and he tumbled after her, letting out a hedonistic groan. She throbbed around him, pulsing against the sweet release, and marveled at the perfection of him buried so deeply.

Jonathan wrapped his arms around Lucy. Collapsing back, he brought her along to lay atop him. Sweaty and satisfied, she delighted in the sensation of him caressing her back and neck as she basked in the delirious afterglow of sex. Their heartbeats began to steady, receding to a gentle, normal rhythm.

Lucy had never had an encounter that was quiteso spontaneous. She’d always been reserved with her sexuality. But with Jonathan, she felt secure enough to explore this new uninhibited version of herself. Another upgrade to Lucy 2.0. Laying there, wonderfully sated, she relaxed into his tight embrace.

She smiled and shut her eyes. For a moment, she forgot their predicament. She wasn’t lost in the woods, stranded by a freak landslide that destroyed their only serviceable path home. They weren’t two practical strangers relying on each other for survival.

Right then, it was different.

Right then, they were two lovers catching their breath while luxuriating in the sensation of taking up each other’s space.

Chapter thirty-three

Jonathan

The pull of sleep was powerful. It gripped at Jonathan with desperate fingers, urging him to drift off in a tangle of arms and legs and sweat. Lucy draped across him, nuzzled between his chin and shoulder. Her soft snores and mumbles against his skin bloomed warm in his chest.

Wow.

Did he imagine their lovemaking? No. There was no way his brain could have imagined how spectacular this woman would feel. Desire had consumed them in a blaze of wild abandon, and now she rested, pressed against his side, without a single care. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering in the shiny, chocolate waves. Thick lashes splayed out over her freckly, flushed cheeks. Evidence of frantic nips and kisses lingered on her swollen lips. They were electric together. A force rivaling any tempest that dared sweep over their mountain.

There were perfect cotton ball clouds drifting aimlessly across the bright, blue sky. So serene. It was likely still morning, but only just so. Reason said they should get going. Any hope of reaching civilization tonight hinged on them leaving as soon as possible. They probably should have left an hour ago. Yet pulling his lover from a brief moment of peace seemed cruel, and Jonathan’s soul begged him to stay. With her, just like this. The fantasy of building a hut out of sticks and never leaving had appeal. What would be the harm, hiding from the world,spending their days exploring the area?

And the nights exploring each other.

The urge to keep Lucy close was overwhelming. Something Jonathan hadn’t experienced since before Cynthia had passed. He considered the casual, commitment-free flings he’d had in the past and realized this was undeniably different.

Jonathan wanted Lucy. More than he’d ever thought hecouldwant someone.

Though, as much as he wanted to keep her out in the woods all to himself, Jonathan knew he needed to deliver her back to safety. A flurry of panicked family and friends surely awaited her return. His own mom and sister were likely whipped into a frenzy, leading the charge with search and rescue. Getting in the way more than being helpful.

Would Lucy’s family be there? Her friends? What about her ex?Brodan. She’d said he broke up with her, but surely hearing that she’d gone missing would spark some residual concern for a woman he’d dated for years. How would she react to seeing him? Would she run to him? Leap into his waiting arms? Kiss him?

Jealousy pinched the base of Jonathan’s throat. He worked to swallow away the sour lump while pulling her closer.

That jackass doesn’t deserve her.

“Ughh.” Lucy laid a hand on his chest and gave a breathy little grunt. “Too tight.”

“Crap, sorry,” Jonathan said, looking down at Lucy’s upturned face. Brushing a kiss on the top of her head, he asked, “Good nap?”

“Mm-hm.” Stretching overhead, she arched her lower back, pressing against his side, then idly drew circles where her hand returned to rest lazily on his chest.

Jonathan drank in her languid movements. A moment ago, he’d felt just as relaxed. But renewed desire began to creep its waythrough his body once more.

“Can’t we just stay here a little longer?” she implored sleepily. “One? Two weeks, tops?”

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