Page 33 of Alaskan Blackout

Her eyebrows furrowed. Troubled?

Since he couldn’t interpret the expression, he took the protection back and opened the packet himself, rolling the condom into place. By the time he did, McKenna rained kisses along his shoulders and chest, her eyelashes fluttering closed while she concentrated on the task.

Tenderness and possessiveness streaked through him in equal measures, demanding an outlet. He kneed her thighs apart, making room for himself there before he covered her. He kept his weight on his elbows, mindful of her and wanting to bring her solely pleasure.

The first deep stroke inside her stole his breath. Her body was a tight fist all around him.

“McKenna.” Her name was a hoarse croak while he struggled to adjust. To acclimate to how incredible she felt so he didn’t lose it then and there.

But she was having none of it.

She bucked underneath him, demanding friction. Pressure.

Sweat beaded along his back while he waited another moment. Telling himself to get a grip. Then, as if sensing that she was already driving him wild, she locked her ankles around his waist, her thighs snapping closed around his hips. She arched her back, a mischievous smile on the full lips he couldn’t get enough of.

“Do you like that, Cowboy?” Her husky words teased the response he knew she wanted.

He pushed deeper. Harder. Filling her so that her eyelids drooped closed, a feminine hum of satisfaction making him desperate to hear that sound again and again.

“Damned right that’s what I like.” He spoke into her ear, then ran his tongue along the rim, all the while working his hips faster. Harder.

McKenna stopped teasing then, her fingernails sinking into his shoulders with just the right amount of sting to keep him from getting lost in the pleasure too soon. He rolled her on top of him, wanting to see her from that angle. Even in the shadowed room she was a sight to behold, all tousled hair and ripe curves, her head thrown back as she got closer to her breaking point.

Seeing that, knowing she was close now, gave him the last push that he needed to quit holding back. He reached between them, circling her swollen clit with his finger until she went still. Her mouth fell open, making a perfect, round O.

Then her body was convulsing around his, squeezing him and reminding him that no other woman had ever made him feel this good. His hips pistoned back and forth, taking every last ounce of pleasure that he could before he found his own release.

So. Damn. Amazing.

His thoughts splintered, his world fracturing while McKenna shouted his name. For long moments, he could only manage to draw breath, his heart slugging hard enough to drown out everything else. She slumped on top of him, her hair a silky blanket over one of his shoulders. Her breath fanned out over his chest, while her hand lay over the rough throb of his heart.

He wanted to stay that way with her for hours. At least until the dawn broke. But he knew that remaining tangled up with her like this would only lead to him wanting her over and over.

Then how would he ever tell her that he needed to leave Unalaska?

Stroking his fingers through her hair, he waited until she’d settled alongside him, repositioning herself on the bed so she could lay her head on his chest, one leg thrown over his. Then she pulled up an afghan from the bottom of the bed to cover them.

He dragged in a long breath, owing it to her to explain.

But she spoke before he had the chance. “I know you’re going to be leaving soon.”

She sounded serious. Not sad, exactly. But her voice had a grave note he’d never heard from her before. Instead of focusing on that, however, he couldn’t help but ask, “Am I that transparent?”

He kept stroking her hair, perhaps needing to soothe himself as much as he wanted to soothe her. Because no matter how wrong it might have been to betray Clayton by sleeping with his stepsister, Quinton couldn’t regret what had happened between him and McKenna. Not anymore.

“I knew from the day you arrived that you were only here to find out about Clayton,” she explained before levering up to one elbow. “It makes sense that you’d take off once you understood that I wasn’t going to share his location with you.”

He could feel her eyes on him even though her face remained in shadow.

“It’s important that I find him, McKenna. I have a legacy to share with him, and I need to heal whatever it is that made him cut himself off from my brothers and me.” He hated that he was such a sorry excuse for a sibling that he didn’t know what it was that Clay held against him.

But he would make it right one way or another.

“I understand.” McKenna sounded more serious than ever. “For what it’s worth, I really hope you are able to make peace with him.” She hesitated, her words stopping abruptly as if she debated what to say next.

Quinton almost spoke, debating asking her one last time to share whatever she knew about Clayton so he could start brokering a truce as soon as possible.

But then she continued in a rush. Her words almost incomprehensible as she said, “Because, um, to my complete shock... I’m pregnant.”

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