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Her nails dig into my shoulders as I hold still, letting the pain subside. I kiss her lips softly. “I know, baby. I know. But I’ll make it better. I swear.”
She nodded quickly, wrapping her legs around my hips, pulling me closer. “It feels so good,” she smiled up at me. “You feel so good inside me. Now show me.” She moved her hips in an upward thrust.
Her need snapped my restraint. I pulled back and drove into her, again and again. I couldn’t stop. She was so damn tight, so warm, her body clenching around me like velvet heat.
“You feel…” I couldn’t finish the thought. I was too lost in the way she felt.
Her nails raked down my back as she arched her body into mine, finding the rhythm with me. Every thrust drew a new sound from her—soft, desperate—and it fueled me, driving me to push her higher. I wanted her first time to be something she thought about every time she closed her eyes.
When her body started to tighten again, I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Give it to me—let me feel you squeeze the life out of me.”
She cried out as her pussy clenched around me in hard, pulsing waves that ripped my control to shreds. I buried myself deep, groaning into her neck as I followed her over, every muscle locked, every nerve ending lit up.
I stayed there, buried inside her, holding her close until our breathing evened out. Then I kissed her again, letting her know this wasn’t just about taking—it was about giving her everything I had.
“Still okay?” I brushed my lips over hers.
She smiled faintly, sleepy and beautiful. “More than okay.”
Yeah. She was. And she was mine now—daylight, midnight, and every heartbeat in between.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sadie
I woke to silence. Blake wasn’t in the bed beside me but I could still feel the warmth of him. That made me smile. This was another first for me, waking up in a man’s bed.
I stretched languidly, every muscle in my body reminding me of what we’d done yesterday afternoon. And evening. And again in the middle of the night when I’d woken to find him hard against my hip.
My cheeks heated at the memory. I’d been bold then, surprising myself by taking him in my mouth, exploring his body the way he’d explored mine. The taste of him, the way his hips had jerked helplessly when I’d sucked him deeper—the sound he’d made, the way he’d lost control—
The smell of coffee drifted down the hallway, and I heard Blake’s low voice, though I couldn’t make out the words. A phone call, maybe.
I slipped out of bed, pulling on his flannel shirt from yesterday. The fabric brushed against bare skin, bringing back memories of his touch. I bit my lip at the soreness between my thighs.
“Morning,” I mouthed when I found him in the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear.
His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of me wearing his shirt, my hair messed from sleep, probably looking thoroughly debauched. His eyes darkened, and he held up one finger, indicating he’d be done in a minute.
“Yeah, I understand,” he said into the phone. “Thanks for letting me know.”
He hung up and moved toward me, but I was curious.
“Everything okay?”
“That was Sheriff Martinez from town. Apparently your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—got himself arrested.”
“Aaron? Arrested for what?”
Blake’s mouth quirked up slightly. “Public intoxication and disturbing the peace. Seems he spent the night in the local bar telling anyone who’d listen about how he got attacked by a psychotic mountain man for no reason.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my God. Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. Sleeping it off in a cell. Sheriff says he’ll probably be released this morning with a warning.” Blake stepped closer, his hands settling on my waist. “Point is, he’s leaving town. Won’t be bothering us.”
“Good,” I said, then realized how that sounded. “I mean—”
“You mean good,” Blake said firmly. “He doesn’t deserve another thought from you.”
