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He caressed again, enjoying every little whimper and raspy moan from her throat.
He switched his mouth to her other breast, devouring her while he continued to play with her. When he slipped one finger down to her entrance, her breaths stalled, then he slid inside. Her gasp cut through the quiet night air. He started a slow rhythm, thrusting in and out, his thumb continuing to run circles over her clit.
When she was trembling on the edge, he shifted up her body and found her mouth, covering it with his own as she broke, her walls convulsing around his finger.
Fuck, she did things to him. Things that made him want to tell the world this woman washis.
When she was finally still, a smile slipped across her lips. Then she whispered, “I like you.”
His chuckle was low. “Good. I like you too.”
She reached for him, but he took hold of her wrist, halting her movement. “Not tonight.”
Confusion darkened her eyes. “Why not?”
“Because if you touch me, I’ll want all of you.” And it was too soon for that. He needed to court this woman first. Make sure she knew she was his.
Her gaze shone with understanding, and he kissed her one last time before straightening her clothes. After turning off the light, he rolled to his back, pulling Fiona close and holding her. Immediately, she softened against him, her cheek resting over his heart.
Yeah. This woman was his. He felt that with everything he was.
CHAPTER14
The soft beats of Fiona’s heart thumped through the air as she slept. The sun was just rising, but he’d been awake for a while, enjoying the weight of her cheek on his chest. The whisper of her breaths brushing his skin.
He wanted to hold on to this moment. Pause it and let it sit in time for longer. Because this place, this hotel room, felt like a bubble, and when they returned to Cradle Mountain, they’d be leaving that bubble. She’d go back to her place, he’d go back to his, and he could only hope like hell this thing between them continued to grow.
Her breathing changed rhythm and her fingers twitched. Then, slowly, her eyes opened. When she looked up, he wanted to fucking drown in those chestnut eyes. They bored into him like they saw deep into his soul.
He shifted a piece of hair behind her ear, making sure to graze her soft skin as he went. “Morning, beautiful.”
Her smile was slow. “Morning.”
“You sleep okay?”
“I did. It was impossible not to with this big heater beside me.”
One side of his mouth lifted. “I run hot.”
“You do. Didyousleep okay?”
Like a damn baby with this woman in his arms. “Yeah.”
She closed her eyes and lay her head back on his chest. It felt so damn natural to have her there.
She made a sexy little hum sound. “This may sound terrible, but I am so glad that wedding’s over.”
“Doesn’t sound terrible at all.”
Her long exhale brushed his abdomen, and when she looked up again, she focused on his lips. That one look made his chest tighten and his heart race. “Looking at me like that is dangerous, honey.”
A smile teased her lips. “Maybe I like danger.”
Fuck. With a short growl, he rolled them over and caged her to the bed, then he kissed her. A long, deep kiss. Fiona hummed as their tongues collided and her hands smoothed over his shoulders.
He’d been wrong last night. That wasn’t the moment he needed to pause, it was this one. Because this woman’s lips on his made every part of him that he’d thought was put together tug apart and rearrange themselves just for her.
When they eventually parted, he touched his forehead to hers. “God, Fi. I could stay here all day.”
