Page 105 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

CAMILLE

Each thrust of Dalton’s hips propels him deeper, rocking me against the rickety table. He seems more confident than I am that it will continue to hold our weight.

His fingers twined with mine tighten on top of it, and he brushes his lips along the column of my exposed neck until he makes it to my ear, leaving goosebumps pebbling across my skin. “You’re. So. Fucking. Beautiful, Camille.”

He punctuates each word with a drive of his hips, and they race through me like a wildfire, threatening to sear me from the inside out with the intensity.

I squeeze around his cock in response, my body struggling to process the blustering flames liquifying me at my core where our bodies connect. He groans his approval, his chest rumbling against my back, and he pushes into me even harder.

Stretching me to the brink of what I can take.

Filling me completely and still finding a way to seek more.

But he would never hurt me or the baby.

I know that even if he doesn’t.

Given his question earlier, hisdemandthat I let him know if it’s too much, I don’t think he does believe he’ll know when that line not to cross appears. Yet last night proved that he not only recognizes it but will never make that jump across it.

I trust him completely with everything.

Our safety.

Our lives.

And even what’s left of my heart.

What he said to me last night rings in my ears as loudly as the slap of our bodies coming together in the intense rhythm he’s set.

You can love him and want this at the same time…

It was like he was speaking directly to my soul when he said those words. As if he could see everything I had been struggling with for months when it came to my growing feelings for him and the fact that my heart still yearned for Dave.

God knows I want them both.

I can never stop loving Dave.

He was myeverything.

The first man I ever truly loved. Who offered me a different life and gave me all I ever dreamed of. He was the perfect partner and father. And he never took any of it for granted. He loved unconditionally and completely.

But Dalton has taken my shattered, splintered, practically disintegrated heart, and somehow managed to find a tiny piece that still beat.

A single shard that was worth trying to save.

He latched onto it, and he stoked it like one does the tiniest hint of a spark until it finally bursts into a flame.

Dalton brought me back to life, made me believe I could be happy again by pointing out those individual moments each day where I could find joy.

There have been so many with Davey, Pops, and him.

None of them compared to this. To being with him, to feeling alive again with every drag of his hips and the way the head of his cock catches inside me in just the right spot to steal my breath.

I move back against him, trying to meet his driving rhythm, and he pulls one hand from mine and slides it around my belly, protectively.

It draws a low whimper from me—the act so sweet, so careful and protective.

Then his hand slips lower still until he finds my aching clit.

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