Page 84 of Mountain Security

“Don’t stop,” she begged. At this point, she needed to come more than she needed to keep breathing.

“I’ve got you, beautiful. You can let go with me,” he said, punctuating the words with another kiss, a quick bite of her lower lip. Another flick of her clit.

Yvette bit her lower lip to stay silent. Neighbors might not be able to see into the yard, but they would most certainly hear her if she started yelling like a banshee.

And still, the pleasure climbed, until Yvette erupted in the strongest clitoral orgasm of her life.

Yes.

“Alex!”

Yes.

“Alex!”

His hand moved to her hips, holding her in place, as if seeming to recognize that more pressure on her clit could become uncomfortable.

Probably also to keep me from drowning.

Yvette leaned forward, her face on his shoulder.

“Hmmm …” she sighed.

“Indeed,” Alex said, peppering her face, her closed eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, with soft kisses. “Here. Can you hold on for a second?”

Yvette opened an eye, realized they were back by the steps. Alex was pointing at a small handle.

Yvette nodded, still feeling completely relaxed and weightless, and held on. She watched through hooded eyelids as Alex easily pulled himself out of the tub and stood up, the muscles in his shoulders, chest and belly flexing. Something inside her tightened in response.

He used one of the towels to dry himself quickly, then wrapped it around his hips, hiding his considerable erection.

Pity.

Then he picked up the bathrobe and walked back towards her, unfazed by the snow under his feet.

He pulled her out of the water as if she didn’t weigh anything. The cold night air assaulted her for an instant, then the soft terry bathrobe fell on her, wrapping tightly around her from her neck all the way down to her ankles.

“Hmmm …” she whispered. “That was incredible.”

“It’s not over yet. I’ve wanted you in my bed for the longest time. I’m going to make you scream my name again.”

Yvette held on tight to his neck as he opened the door leading into the house and climbed the stairs. There was no doubt in her mind that he would do exactly that.

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Alex

He was never, ever going to tire of watching Yvette sleep.

He’d woken up early to find her body tucked against his, her backside flush against his front. His cock thickened, but he pulled himself back from her body. He didn’t need much sleep, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t do with a little more rest.

Moving slowly, so as not to wake her, he got out of bed, wrapping the duvet around her—loving the way she squirmed happily into its warmth for a long instant before settling down again.

God, he loved watching her.

He loved … everything about her.

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