Page 41 of Mountain Security

He didn’t want to leave her, but he could feel himself growing limp inside her and had to take care of the condom.

He disposed of it in the bathroom. By the time he got back, Yvette had climbed under the duvet.

“It’s getting cold,” she said. “It wasn’t cold before.”

Alex laughed, crawling into bed with her.

“Is it okay if I stay the night?”

“I’d like that,” Yvette replied cautiously. “But only if you want to.”

Alex reached over and pulled her onto his shoulder. It was an instinctive move, and what shocked him was just how perfectly she fit right there.

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Alex

The morning had started in the best possible way.

Alex had woken up with Yvette draped all over him. The woman slept like a star-fish, managing to take up every corner of her huge bed. She slept like … like someone who wasn’t used to sharing her bed with anyone.

Unreasonable as it was, the thought filled him with a strange kind of satisfaction. He couldn’t bear to think of her with any other men. Not because he cared about how many men she’d been with before. No. He just couldn’t bear to think there would be other men after him.

The thought stopped him in his tracks.

I want to be hers.

I want her to be mine.

Alex had never been jealous or possessive. He’d always considered such feelings to be somehow beneath him, and thought of this as one of his better traits. Now he realized he simply hadn’t yet met the woman he could become possessive about.

He hadn’t slept much. There’d been so much pleasure in lying beside her—or beneath her, since she’d shifted so often during the night—that it’d felt wrong to waste the time sleeping.

He waited, lying very still so as not to wake her up, until Yvette opened her eyes.

God, she was even more beautiful in the morning.

She had the kind of beauty that didn’t require any grooming or artifice.

“You’re here,” she said, giving a little smile. “It wasn’t a dream.”

As she stretched, the duvet fell to her waist, giving him an unexpected view of her beautiful breasts.

Alex’s throat dried up.

His hands itched to touch her.

His cock, already half-hard, went painfully hard, tenting the duvet.

Yvette’s eyes widened lightly. Her pink tongue came out to lick her lips.

“Maybe—“

Her words were interrupted by a ringing phone, the sound loud, shrill. In that instant, Alex wished phones had never been invented.

He looked for his jeans, which were still lying on the floor in a rumpled heap, but the offending object belonged to Yvette.

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