Page 16 of His Wood Her Fire

My heart squeezed.

My temperature soared.

I gasped as he writhed, prolonging my own orgasm and lifting me even higher.

By the time I fell back down to earth, I could barely breathe without acknowledging that something profound had just happened.

And not just the outstanding sex, but yes, that had been a part of it.

Bo shuddered and wrapped his arms around me, burying his beard against my neck.It tickled my skin, but it felt good.

I sighed appreciatively, nuzzling him back.For the first time ever, I felt petite, positively tiny as he held me in his massive embrace.

This was a first.Cuddling with a man who’d made me see stars only minutes before.Knowing that I’d brought him to the same level of pleasure that he’d given me—at leastI hoped I did—well, that was just amazing.

Bo groaned and pressed both hands flat on the mattress beside my head.He pushed up on his arms, and I watched him cautiously.

I was dying to tell him how I felt.Wanting to know if he’d experienced the sameoh my Godmoment I had.

This couldn’t be a one and done, could it?

I mean, he had to have felt the same earthquake I did, right?

His beautiful green eyes glittered down at me, and I chanced a smile at him, hoping to show him how on board with this I was.

I suppose I could blame it on being caught up in the warm, mushy aftermath of emotions that sometimes accompanied or followed great sex.

I waited for him to say some soothing words.To acknowledge whatever this was.My nerves increased.He slid out of me, grabbing the condom and holding it in place as he walked to the bathroom.

I admired his fantastic ass as he did, and pretending not to hear him as he used the toilet and flushed.The sink turned on next, and I assumed he washed his hands.

A moment later, he emerged wearing sweatpants and a flannel shirt.

“Bo?Where are you going?”

“I’m going to check the cabin.Make sure it’s safe for you to go back.”

“Oh.Um, thanks,” I murmured, covering my nudity with my hands.

It didn’t matter.He’d already turned around.

I slid down the bed and stood up, grabbing the robe I’d discarded earlier and wiping my face.

Stupid traitorous tears.

Sniffing, I used the bathroom, washed my face then marched into his bedroom and grabbed a tie from the closet, using it as a makeshift belt.

I found Frou-Frou sleeping inside his carrier.Not that I could blame my little prince of a cat.

It was one of those gigantic carriers with a soft cushion for his fluffy bottom and plenty of room to move around.Beneath it was a travel litter box, which might have come in handy, if I was staying there, which clearly, I was not.

I found my boots and slid them on my feet, grabbing the throw blanket I’d used earlier.I had the blanket in one arm and was using both hands to lift Frou-Frou in his carry and carry him out the door when Bo came stalking across the yard.

“What are you doing?”he asked.

And the man looked appalled.Like he had any freaking right!

“What does it look like?”I answered with more than a little snark.

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