Page 64 of Her Wild Coast Promise

“Sleep okay?” he asks.

I nod into his chest. “You wore me out.”

His laugh echoes through his chest. “Pretty sure you liked it.” He caresses my lower back.

I sigh again, hoping he doesn’t detect the note of bittersweet. It’s not his fault I’m now facing the consequences of last night’s surrender. “Pretty sure?”

He laughs again, and it strikes me how happy he sounds. Gone is the worried soon-to-be sheriff with the world on his shoulders. Right now, he’s just Seth, cuddling in bed after sharing something intimate.

Okay, mindblowing.

Am I the reason for this carefree note in his voice? Or is it purely physical?

He caresses over my bottom and gives me a firm squeeze. “If you’re looking for hard proof, that can be arranged.”

My thighs tighten, and I giggle. Under his briefs, his erection is growing quickly, pressing into my tummy. “That could take some time.”

“Then we’d better get started,” he says, sliding his middle finger down the seam of my bottom, caressing me open to where my body is already reacting. His touch is sensual and tender, making me shiver.

He groans. “Already wet, aren’t you?”

Gently, he caresses up and down, rousing all of my sensitive, achy places.

“That’s not hard evidence,” I counter. “I could just wake up horny.”

He laughs, the sound ringing in the morning air. “That could be true.” He continues to stroke me in that slow, sensual way. It feels so good, not just because of the way my blood is heating and my needy center is beginning to ache, but it’s how he’s touching me. Like he’s delighted. Like every inch of me is something special, not just the places he knows will turn me on.

What guy only interested in a one-night stand does that?

Seth cradles my hips and gently rotates me onto my back, then caresses up my whole body, from the tops of my thighs, up my belly, to my breasts where he pauses to gently squeeze and stroke.

A surge of intense desire floods through me, and I arch off his chest.

He kisses the side of my head. “Do you wake up horny every day?”

“Not like this.” I squirm beneath his touch.

“What’s so special about today?”

He glides one hand to my pussy, delving my tender places with his expert fingers. For someone so strong and solid, his touch is surprisingly soft.

“I think you know,” I manage.

He nuzzles my ear and whispers, “I have a good guess, but I’d like to hear it in your words.”

With the way he’s pinching my nipple and stroking me, the words I want to say are like bubbles in my throat, and what comes out is garbled nonsense.

“That’s what I thought,” Seth says, tugging on my earlobe with his soft, wet lips.

He scissors my clit, adding just enough pressure to make me shudder. I grip his thighs, but with the way he’s cradling me against him, I’m not going anywhere.

“So soft,” he says on a groan, alternating between caressing me just right and stroking in slow, sensual strokes.

He slips the tip of his middle finger inside me. “So perfect.”

I release another garbled moan, my core tensing, buzzing.

“You’re tender here, aren’t you?” He’s gently thrusting, as if his touch is the cure for how sore I feel.

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