He holds my hips down, eating me slow and thorough. Building me up until I'm shaking. Until I'm begging. Until the orgasm crashes through me so hard I see stars.
He crawls back up my body, reaching for the nightstand. Rolls on a condom. Slides inside me in one smooth thrust. Deep, steady strokes follow that make me feel every inch of him. My nails dig into his shoulders. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Harder," I gasp.
He gives me what I need. Harder, faster, his hand slipping between us to work my clit. The second orgasm builds faster than the first. I feel it cresting, feel him swell inside me.
"Come with me," I breathe.
He does. We shatter together, his forehead pressed against mine. His breath ragged in my ear.
We lie tangled in the sheets, his hand tracing lazy circles on my hip. The fire crackles in the other room. My eyes drift to the window, the mountains standing silent in the moonlight.
"So what happens now?" I ask.
"Now?" He pulls me closer, tucking my head under his chin. "Now you stay. We figure out the rest as we go."
"My job's in Portland."
"The county's got an office in Reno. Forty-five minutes away." He kisses the top of my head. "I might know a guy with a cabin who'd let you stay rent-free."
I laugh. "Sounds like a conflict of interest."
"Probably. But the audit's closed." I can hear the smile in his voice. "Guess you'll just have to live with it."
I close my eyes, breathing him in. Pine and woodsmoke. Home.
"I guess I will."
