Page 63 of Her Wild Coast Promise

Bracing on one hand, I widen her thighs so they drape over mine, and reach down to stroke her, circling her clit while I rock. The rhythm builds to a sensual, delicious pace, with our breaths sharp and fast, faster.

Her grip on the headboard tightens and her body tenses. I roll her clit with my fingers while I arch slowly, fully, tapping the deepest part of her. Our bodies move faster, our breaths loud in the darkness. Cora’s eyes flutter closed as she comes beautifully, pulsing around me. I keep pace with her cries, holding my own climax back by a thread. When she comes down, I give myself fully to the sensations inside me, savoring her warmth and her fast breaths and her soft skin.

“Don’t stop,” she begs. “I’m…” Her face tenses as another climax builds inside her.

I will myself to hold on just a little more. Her body tightens, her shoulders roll back, and she comes again, fast and hard. This time, I can’t keep my release tamed, and as she cries out, I move closer and grip her waist, rocking her body into mine. I thrust harder, faster, letting everything go. I come with a firm grunt, buried deep inside her. The tight knot of bliss cracks open, and for several perfect seconds I’m flying, chasing the stars.

When I finally come down, breathing fast, I pull her knees up and kiss them both.

She laughs, and I carefully withdraw, rolling her sideways so I can slip from the bed. After cleaning up, I slide back under the covers and gather her in my arms.

With a sigh, she rests her head on my chest. I pull her upper thigh across mine, so she’s closer, and caress her shoulder and up and down her back. The moment stretches into minutes, but it’s not awkward. Our bodies are warm and sated, the covers are soft, and the thick darkness outside is a reminder that the night is long. In my mind the little warning flags are reminding me that when the sun rises, we’ve promised to put this behind us.

I release a full breath to quiet those thoughts, then kiss the top of Cora’s head. Tomorrow is hours away. She wraps her arm around me, then brushes her fingertips up and down my side.

Her stomach rumbles—not only do I hear it, but I can feel it against my hip.

“Hungry?” I tease.

She skims down to where I’m already getting hard again. “Mmhm.”

I caress the side of her face and lift her chin so I can kiss her. Our tongues flick and tease, and I groan into her mouth when she grips me. Before we get too far down this road, I pull back the covers and lift her into my arms.

“Now where are we going?”

“Shower,” I reply, entering my bathroom. When I set her down to turn on the water, she hugs herself against the cold. While the water warms, I pull her to me. The bathroom mirror reflects her backside, the swell of her hips, and her narrow shoulder blades. My growing erection presses against her stomach. I caress down her back to her ass and squeeze gently. Everything about her feels good. Her soft skin, her perfect curves, her hunger.

I help her into the shower, then pull her close again under the spray.

Cora sighs, the sound echoing against my chest.

ChapterSeventeen

CORA

I waketo the sound of Seth whistling off key and my body feeling languid. The woodstove in the living room crackles and snaps, then the heavy door swings shut on its noisy hinges.

Memories of last night burn deliciously hot inside me, making my skin prickle with renewed desire.

Wow.

I may not be the most experienced gal on the planet, but I know exceptional when I see it. Or…feel it.

My limbs feel heavy and languid, but my heart is full.

Not only was Seth bossy in all the right ways, he was tender and caring. It was incredibly sweet the way he was careful with me. Making sure I was okay. Taking things slow, never pushing me for more than I could take. Then when I was ready, letting me have it all.

The hollow between my thighs gives a needy ache.

Can I really turn away from that now?

Seth appears in the doorway in nothing but his fitted briefs, carrying two cups of coffee by their handles. His serene blue eyes brighten when he sees me.

“You’re awake.” He sets the coffees on the bedside table and slides under the covers, bringing the morning’s chill with him and the smell of pine and campfire.

“Brr.”

“Mmm, you’re so warm.” He snuggles close and rolls me on top of him. His firm chest and thighs feel so good beneath me, solid and strong. I sigh. He caresses up and down my back with slow strokes of his fingers.

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