Page 20 of The Mountain Man's Accidental Bride
Like he already knows all the secrets to my body, the way I grip around him, he can tell. It’s why he lifts me higher, burying himself deeper. Coaxing me toward another orgasm, I’m left filling the room with a throat-aching cry.
A shattered sound tears from his throat as he buries himself to the hilt, his body locking over mine like he’s trying to fuse us together.
Then the heat comes.
A thick, pulsing wave of him, flooding me in relentless bursts. His groan is broken as his hips grind down in rough, circular strokes, milking every last drop into me. His forehead drops to my shoulder, his breath scalding against my damp skin.
I feel everything. The way his muscles tremble. The possessive clutch of his fingers on my hips. The hot, slick slide of him still moving inside me, like he can’t bear to stop.
There’s no doubt how sore I’m going to be in the morning, but it was completely worth it.
He lifts his weight off me slowly, carefully, like I might break. And then he’s just… staring. Those blue eyes sweep over my face, my body, lingering where we’re still connected like he can’t believe it’s real.
I let out a breathless laugh, my limbs heavy and spent.
“I’m in one piece,” I murmur, reaching up to brush a damp strand of hair from his forehead. “Mostly.”
His throat works as he hesitates, his hips shifting like he’s debating pulling out.
“August,” I huff, swatting weakly at his shoulder. “There is no way I can do any more. I might actually die.”
A rough chuckle escapes him as he finally pulls away, both of us groaning at the loss. But his hands don’t leave me. They slide down to my hips, kneading the soreness with a gentleness that feels at odds with the man who just wrecked me.
“Sorry,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Got carried away.”
Another kiss, higher this time. It’s like he can’t help himself anymore.
“You were—” His voice cracks. “That was…”
“Amazing?” I supply, grinning when he lifts his head to meet my gaze.
“You’re amazing,” he finishes, dragging himself up to collapse beside me. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me against his chest like he’s not ready to let go.
He’ll need to eventually. We both smell of sex and sweat. The sheets will need to be changed. The longer we wait, the more we risk my passing out on him.
Seeing as he’s in no rush to release me, I’m willing to bet he’s banking on just that happening.
* * *
It’s not the soft sounds of birds chirping or the rustle of wildlife happening outside that wakes us up, but it’s the heavy thump of a knock that’s bringing me to.
Realizing that I’m tucked in August’s arms, surrounded by warmth that feels too good and real to be a continuation of my dream.
We groan at the same time, and unlike me, who wants to fall back asleep and pretend the thumping is nothing but a figment of our imagination, he peels himself away.
Tired, raspy curses leave him as he shuffles his way out, disappearing.
Yawning, I reach for his pillow and shove it to my chest. Breathing him in, I close my eyes and almost drift back to sleep.
August returns with more of a rush than what he’d left with. He’s making the comfortable blanket disappear, urging me to get up.
“Someone’s at the door asking for you. Need to show you’re alive and kicking.” He finds the shirt he let me borrow the night before and throws it over my shoulders. By the time I’m reaching for the buttons, he’s already got three of them fastened. “Guess they found your car. Said you left it unlocked? They found your wallet, too.”
Pursing my lips, I try to recall if I slipped up. Squinting at him, I grimace, and he sighs in return.
Moving to stand, he doesn’t let me stroll out in just his shirt. He insists I put on a pair of his shorts, too. Thanks to a knot around my waist, they rest securely on my hips.
Following behind, my stomach tightens at the thought of what is waiting on the other side of the door.
