Page 91 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

I drag her down to me again, pushing up on one elbow and meeting her halfway so I can ghost my lips over hers and beg. “Please, Camille.” I kiss her hard and deep, slamming my mouth to hers greedily, and she moans as she keeps moving, keeps grinding, keeps seeking it, even as her body trembles as if she’s battling some unseen force working against her. “Tell me what you need and stop fighting it. Let me give you it. Let me give you everything.”

She whimpers against my lips and drags her head back, grinding against me more aggressively, her short nails biting deeper into my skin. “I need—”

Her breath catches.

But somehow, Iknow.

Just like I knew the very first moment I saw her that she was going to change my life.

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CAMILLE

My body trembles.

Each fiber of my being wound so tightly that it feels like I might shatter with every roll of my hips and decadent sink down around Dalton’s immaculate cock.

The pleasure that courses through my veins and over my heated skin threatens to consume me and bring me to the ecstasy I’m so frantically chasing.

But.

I.

Just.

Can’t.

Get.

There.

I can’t grasp that bright light that’s hovering just out of reach. That relief, that release I need so much taunts me. Toys with me by sending flickers of blinding heat out from where our bodies connect. But never giving me more.

My frustration grows with each jerky movement of my hips as much as the promised ecstasy does.

And Daltonwantsto help so damn badly.

His dogged determination to learn what it takes, to get me off before he finds his own bliss couldn’t be sweeter.

But it isn’tsweetI need right now.

I need—

Dalton squeezes my hips, digging his fingers into the flesh there almost painfully, then braces his feet on the bed and thrusts up into me as I come down.

“Fuck!”

The word tumbles from my lips on a rush of air as pleasure spirals wildly.

Yes.

THAT!

“Shift back.”

I open my eyes to meet his. “Wh-what?”

He tries to angle my hips back, and it finally clicks what he’s asking but not why. Ineedthat friction, that angle…

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