Page 70 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

“Are you all right?”

He glances back at me again, his eyes hooded. “Just trying to get in a more comfortable position.”

I do the same, transferring my weight and inching my legs together to better gain control of what feels like an utterly uncontrollable ache between my thighs.

Dalton resettles, and I breathe through my reaction to him the best I can. Working his taut muscles until I start to feel them give way and relax under my fingers. Digging into places that feel exceptionally tight, where his body has compensated for the injury and the ways he abuses it on a daily basis in order to complete the tasks necessary to keep this place—and ours—running.

The occasional groan and gasp that slip from his lips as he practically melts under my touch only coil me tighten, make the aching need unbearable, until I feel like I’m going to snap if I don’t get relief.

My body is shaking by the time I’ve worked on him for almost half an hour, and I finally have to pull my hands away, resting them on my own quivering thighs before I act and do something I know I shouldn’t.

He pushes up on his elbows and looks back at me. “Thank you, Camille.”

Our gazes lock, and the heat I see in his matches that searing through me, threatening to consume me alive.

All logic tells me that this is my cue to leave.

To slide back off the bed and to walk away from him.

To let him relax and sleep.

Allow his body to calm down from the trauma it experienced today.

But I can’t bring myself to move, not when my hands still tingle with the feel of his hard, hot body under them.

His green eyes darken in a way that makes my heart flutter, and my clit does the same.

Hell…

I shift restlessly, pressing my thighs together against the growing need for release. “Don’t look at me like that, Dalton.”

It isn’t the first time I’ve issued him the warning, and the last time I did, he didn’t heed it. That only led to a more complicated situation. To both of us walking on eggshells around each other, afraid to do or say anything that might be taken the wrong—or right—way.

“Why not?”

His voice comes out in a deep rasp I’ve never heard before.

Full of so muchneedthat clearly matches my own.

I shake my head, swallowing through the emotion clogging my throat. “Because I can’t.”

“Why can’t you, Camille?”

It’s such a stupid question when he knows the answer, when it’s glaringly obvious. But when I open my mouth to answer, the words won’t come out.

All those reasons seem less important when my body is thrumming and desperate for this man’s touch.

“Camille…”

The way he says my name draws my focus back to him, and the pain there has been replaced with a searing lust that makes all the walls I’ve built up to keep my attraction to him at bay shatter far too easily.

“Roll over.”

Dalton’s eyes flare, his body tensing, but he slowly rotates onto his back, exposing himself to me fully. His hard cock lies thick and heavy across his stomach.

Fuck…

He is clearly just as affected as I am.

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