Page 76 of Suddenly Entwined

His voice is solemn. “You can have me, Caro.”

And his hips charge forward, filling me up in only one thrust, and I gasp.

“Stay,” I tell him.

Berg feels perfect as pleasure radiates out from my pussy, his pubic bone flush against mine. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes at the depth of the moment and his words. There’s no denying that our hearts are beyond being worn on our sleeves. I think, at this point, mine is in his palm. I signal my desire for him to move by pressing against his hips, and he hears me loud and clear. He draws back, teeth gritted as he slides home again.

“Oh, fuck,” I swear, as he hits a spot I know I never have.

“You feel perfect.”

I lose track of time as he sets a steady pace, slowly sliding toward the headboard as Berg fucks me into the mattress. When I reach the top of the bed, he shifts his hand to cushion the crown of my head, not letting up. I strain for his mouth, catching his bottom lip and sucking it into my own.

“It’s been a long time since I did this,” he pants, slowing his thrusts. “And you feel really damn good.”

Oh! Is he worried that he’s not going to last long enough?

“Don’t stop,” I say, reaching down to clutch his firm ass and spur him on. “Like you said, we have all night, right?”

“I’m already so close.”

It’s such a fucking turn on that he’s losingcontrol because of me.

He gathers my hands, interlacing our fingers and holding them on the pillow above my head. He leans down close, hemming me in as he thrusts faster and brushes his lips against mine.

“Going to start all over again when I’m done, Caro.” And then I feel his core clench as he moans deeply. “I’m coming.”

I swallow every sexy sound he makes as I swipe my tongue into his mouth, revelling in everything that happened, everything that was said.

We shower together, bringing the candle with us and sliding our hands over every inch of each other’s bodies. And when we’re clean, he dries me and dresses me in another of his oversized t-shirts and tucks us into his bed.

“Are you sure I should sleep here?” I ask when he blows out the candle. “I could go to the couch.”

He bands an arm around my waist and simply grunts in response.

“Because I’m thinking about the girls. I don’t want to-”

“Carolina?”

I pause, because he hardly ever calls me by my entire name anymore.

“The fact that you’re worried about what’s best for my daughters is one of the reasons why you’re in this bed in the first place.”

I contemplate his words, knowing he’s probably right.

“Tell me the window isn’t going to arrive as early in the morning as the door did?”

Berg makes a humming sound in the back of his throat.

“What? What’s that sound?”

“I’m not fixing that window tomorrow.”

My eyes pop open in the darkness.

“Why not?”

He yawns. “I don’t work on the weekend.”

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