Page 15 of Glacial Mountain Man
“My turn.”
He flipped me beneath him in one smooth motion, spreading my legs wide. The cool air surrounding us contrasted with the heat of his skin as he settled between my thighs, his mouth finding all the places that made me gasp. His tongue circled my clit, then flicked over it until I was rising up, up, up…and biting my hand to stifle a cry as my orgasm rushed through my body.
By the time he finally slid inside me, we were both trembling. He moved with the kind of practiced rhythm that came from years of knowing each other—deep, relentless strokes that had me clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging in.
“Look at me,” he said, and I did, locking onto his gaze as he rocked into me.
I reached between us, circling my fingers over my clit, the added pressure sending sparks through my veins. His pace stuttered when he realized what I was doing, his breath ragged.
“That’s it,” he urged, his voice rough. “Come for me.”
And just like that, I came for a second time, my back arching as pleasure ripped through me. He followed moments later, his hips jerking as he spilled inside me with a groan, his forehead dropping to mine.
For a long moment, we just breathed, tangled together in the aftermath. Then Tank shifted, pulling me against his chest as he reclined against the seat. I curled into him, tracing idle patterns over his skin.
“We should probably get back,” I said, though I made no move to leave.
“Mmm. In a minute.” He pressed a kiss to my hair. “We’ve got time.”
I smiled, tilting my head up to look at him. “Can’t believe it’s been ten Thanksgivings together.”
“Eleven,” he corrected, grinning when I rolled my eyes.
“Right, eleven. That first one barely counted.”
“It counted,” he argued. “We spent it with your parents.”
I laughed, remembering. “Thirty-six hours after we met, my dad was interrogating you. Insane.”
“Best Thanksgiving ever…until the next and the next and the next….”
I kissed him then, slow and sweet, before resting my head back on his chest. Outside, the wind rustled the leaves, and somewhere in the distance, a car passed by. But here, in this quiet space with him, time felt endless.
“We really should go,” I said again, still not moving.
He chuckled, his arms tightening around me. “Yeah. We should.”
But neither of us made a move to leave. Soon enough, but not just yet.
