Page 13 of Burly and Honorable

We shrug out of our nightclothes and get under the covers.

“Hi there, beautiful.” Jordan smiles almost shyly. He runs his hands over my body, biting his lip as his fingertips trace and linger over my curves.

“Hello, handsome,” I reply, caressing his arms and tracing the outlines of his tattoos. “Come here.”

Our kiss is hot and frantic, and he moves his body quickly over mine as I spread my legs to welcome him. He slides into me smoothly, and I cry out at his size, but I quickly adjust and move with him.

My body and soul sing as we move together. Our bodies move faster and faster, and Jordan groans as he plunges deep inside me. Every thrust of his hips makes me moan because every movement lights up more of my body. I run my hands down his back, urging him to move faster and deeper. He’s big, but I need to feel all of him, to feelmore and more.

“Hanna!” Jordan’s voice is strangled as he cries out my name. “Come with me! I can’t hold back!”

I move my hips in a circle, thrusting up to Jordan and taking him as deeply as possible. My orgasm breaks in an intense rush, my body arching and bucking underneath his.

“I’m coming!” I cry out, holding him tightly as my core pulses and throbs and gushes over him.

Jordan thrusts rapidly and stays deep inside me, filling me up completely. I work my hips over his thick cock as he comes, andhis body shudders powerfully over mine. He falls next to me in bed, breathless and grinning.

Looking into his eyes, I know this could be something real.

For the first time, I’m not scared about my future.

CHAPTER 8

JORDAN

Hanna being quiet in the mornings is driving me to distraction. She’s dozing now, her breath heavy and even, her head leaning against the door window. Every time she moves, I can hear the soft rustle of her jacket. Her body is relaxed, but sometimes her face tenses with whatever dreams she’s having.

The truck’s engine hums as we wind along the mountain road. The forest is getting denser as we get closer to King Mountain. Sunlight breaks through the trees in patches, like the world is trying to show off its best face.

I grip the steering wheel tighter, working to control my emotions and my heart. Every few seconds, I glance at her. Awake or asleep, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’d give anything to know what she’s dreaming about and if she’s dreaming of me.

We didn’t talk much this morning as we got ready, and I don’t know what to think about that. Yes, she’s not a morning person. She didn’t pull away when we got up, but everything feelsdelicate in a new way and I’m terrified if I say something, the perfection we found last night will shatter into a million pieces.

Was I wrong to think last night meant something?

The thought cuts deep. Last night was intense. It wasn’t just about desire; it was about letting go of everything we’d been holding back, of finally giving in to what’s been building between us the last few days. And now I can’t stop thinking about her. About waking up to her every morning, calling her my woman, and hopefully my wife one day. I already know I want to put a ring on her finger and make it official.

Hanna stirs and rubs her eyes. “How long was I out for?”

“Not too long,” I say. We didn’t get much sleep last night, but I’m as wired as if I’ve downed an entire pot of coffee. “We’re not too far out from Silver Pine Ridge.”

We ride a long stretch of highway in silence, and the quiet between us eats at me. All this uncertainty and big emotions have me feeling like an inexperienced teenager. But this is Hanna. She’s the woman I fell in love with at first sight. She’s always been my ultimate dream woman.

What is she thinking about? Last night? Me? Or him?

The thought of Keenan twists my gut. I know she’s still grieving him—I am, too. But last night felt like something new, like a way for both of us to move forward. But is it too soon? How would we know if it’s not?

The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. I can’t take it anymore. My pulse thunders in my ears as I force out the words I’ve been chewing on since this morning.

“Last night…” My voice wavers, and I struggle to level it. “It wasn’t a mistake for me. I need you to know that.”

Her head snaps toward me, her eyes wide like her mind is in overdrive. “I didn’t think it was,” she says, her voice sure and clear. “Not at all.”

The knot in my chest tightens, hope surging in the deepest parts of me.

She doesn’t say anything else, but I watch the emotions moving across her face. She’s clearly deep in thought, and I know I have to respect that.

Finally, she says, “Let’s talk when we’re back.”

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