Page 10 of Mountain Man Book Boyfriend

He keeps pumping his hips into me and I can’t handle it. I feel so damn full, so good. The pain is gone and all I feel is an overwhelming pleasure swirling through me, bubbling up inside me until I can’t think. All I can do is feel.

Burning pleasure streaks through my body and my toes curl, my body exploding as an incendiary flames roars up and out, savagely stealing my breath.

My back arches and I moan, my voice raw and abused.

“Cord!”

He stills and my pussy flutters around him. He mutters under his breath and I can’t hear him, can’t understand what he’s saying.

But the one thing I do understand is him slamming into me furiously, wildly. His steely eyes are locked on mine and I can’t look away. With my own body fluttering around him, I feel his warm release splashing on my quaking walls.

My eyes roll back and I close them, giving myself up to the waves of pleasure ripping through me.

He finally falls to the mattress, spent, sweating and more gorgeous than any man has a right to be.

His lips quirk and his tired eyes open, sleepy and sated. “Let me get something to clean you up, angel.”

I nod my head and close my eyes, already feeling like this was a huge mistake. I’m not this woman. I don’t do this kind of thing.

But when he comes back and cleans me body carefully, whispering to me, I find that I can’t really regret getting to be with this man.

The big question is, I feel way more than I should feel about a simple fling. And what the hell do I do about it?

He pitches the cloth into the bathroom and then comes back to bed, rolling me over to rest my head on his chest. I close my eyes and breathe in the sexy, warm smell of him.

I let my body relax and listen to his strong, sure heartbeat under my cheek, my whole body slipping slowly into sleep.

“I love you, Dixie.”

I fall asleep, my own lips begging me to form the words. But I fight it. It’s too fast, too much.

What do I do now?

And nobody how many times he reaches for me that night and how much pleasure he wrings from my body, I know that this ephemeral feeling will fade and I don’t want to watch him leave me. I need to be the one who makes that first move.

I need to keep my heart safe. Even if it breaks it in the process.

I shut the door of the cabin and wave at the driver pulling up outside the door.

Before he can honk or do anything that will alert Cord, I slip into the backseat. “Paradise Hotel.”

He nods. “Sure, lady. No luggage?”

I wince. “No. Just me.”

He nods his head and I fight to keep from cringing at the judgment I swear I feel.

But I lean back and close my eyes, my sore muscles protesting the movement.

I close my eyes and I swear it’s just seconds but then he clears his throat.

“We’re here, miss.”

I stumble out of the car and smile, pulling up the app and making sure that it’s all paid for and I add a generous tip. If the guy hadn’t been a decent guy, I was so out of it, I might have ended up in a ditch somewhere. He could have killed me and I’d probably have slept through it.

“Thank you so much. I appreciate it.”

He nods his head and smiles, then pulls away. I run into the lodge and head upstairs, smiling and slowing down when I pass people. I don’t want anyone to look too close at me. Because right now I’m a big mess. I know my mascara is smudged under my eyes like a raccoon and my dress has seen better days, wrinkled and crushed.

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