Page 71 of Grump Hard
I gasp, my rhythm faltering as bliss bears down on me, coming in fast. “Oh God, Luke. Oh God!”
“Sexy as hell,” he encourages, his voice strained. “So sexy when you come, Holly. Love you. God, I love you so much.”
His words, the feel of him filling me so completely, the friction and heat and overwhelming rightness of it all reach critical mass at once. I cry out, my inner walls pulsing around him as pleasure bleeds into my every cell.
Then his hands are on my hips, guiding me through the aftershocks as he drives up into me, his thrusts wild now, erratic. “Yes. Fuck, yes, Holly?—”
He cries out, arching off the quilt as he goes rigid beneath me. I collapse forward onto his chest, hips wiggling as I relish the feel of him filling me. I’ve only had sex without a condom with one other man, and it was never this hot.
Thank God for birth control, or I have a feeling Luke and I would be knocked up well before Valentine’s Day.
Afterward, we lie sticky and tangled together in the firelight, catching our breath with happy hums and goofy smiles. His hand strokes up and down my spine, as I track the slowing of his heartbeat beneath my cheek.
“Best sex of my life,” I finally whisper. “Like, by a lot.”
His chest rumbles with quiet laughter. “Good to hear. Mine too.”
“Really?” I lift my head to look down at him. “Better than all the fancy New York women you’ve taken to your bed?”
He cups my face, a fond smile on his lips that makes me feel as beautiful as the way he looks at me when I sink down on top of him. “There hasn’t been anyone in my bed in a long time. And there’s no comparing you to anyone else, woman. You’re in a league of your own. One in a million.”
Tears prick at my eyes. “Dude. You’re really good with the sweet talk, too. Sweet talk and dirty talk? How will I ever resist you?”
He grins. “You won’t.”
And then he proves it, and we manage to get scandalous in two more positions before Cheeks wakes up, poking his head out of the trophy to check on us just as Luke’s adding a few final logs to the fire before bed.
“Good night, Cheeks,” I whisper.
He chitters a tired “good night” of his own before curling back into my scarf.
I snuggle into Luke’s arms, happier than I would have imagined possible when this day started. Just goes to show a girl has to keep one eye trained on the bright side. You never know when hope—and grouchy men with hearts of gold—are going to surprise you, and you wouldn’t want to miss it.
“You really wouldn’t,” I murmur as I’m tucked into little spoon position by the man of my dreams.
“What’s that?” he rumbles into my hair.
“I want pancakes for breakfast,” I say, yawning as I add, “If the power’s back on and Kit’s Diner is open, I’m treating you to a full stack.”
“And I’ll treat you to sausage rolls,” he says. “Kit’s makes my favorite.”
“I already got your sausage roll, baby,” I say, making him laugh, even though, as far as jokes go, it wasn’t my best effort.
But when you’re this happy and hopped up on orgasms, the laughs come easy.
So does the love.
I drift off fast, not a worry or fear left in my mind. In my heart, I know this is only the beginning, and that whatever comes next will be something special.
Just like this incredible man.
Epilogue
Luke
The next morning, a pounding sound jerks me awake with a start.
For a moment, I can’t remember where I am. Then I feel Holly’s warm body pressed against mine, and it all comes rushing back.
