She doesn’t.
I drag my thumb over the inside of her wrist once, slowly. Then I’m cupping her jaw, tilting her face, catching her mouth with mine.
God…
It feels like I’m taking a deep breath after being underwater too long.
The kiss isn’t pretty. It’s hungry and rough, a little desperate. She yanks me closer until the counter presses into her hip and my body slams against hers.
I bite her lower lip.
She gasps into my mouth.
And I lose the last piece of control I was holding on to.
I slide my hands over her body, caressing her waist, her ribs, the curve under her breast. I’m both greedy and reverent. At least I try to be.
I can be both.
“God, amber,” I breathe against her mouth. “I tried to do it right, and all I did was make it worse.”
Her laugh shivers through me. “You’re doing it right now.”
“Then I’m not stopping.”
I kiss her deeper, touch my tongue to hers, slide it around every crevice of her sweet mouth. She answers with a soft sound that punches right through my ribs.
The phone on the counter vibrates again, but the noise feels far away, like something happening in another cabin, in another life.
I lift her onto the edge of the counter. She parts her knees, and I push my hips in. I stroke her neck, feel her thundering pulse.
“Tell me to stop,” I say again, because I’m not the guy I was in the barn, and I need the words to draw the line we keep stepping over.
She fists her hands through my hair, pulling at my scar. I wince, but I don’t stop her.
“Don’t,” she says. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
It’s not permission.
It’s a dare, and I meet it, mouth on hers again, deeper, until she breaks the kiss with a sharp inhale and presses her forehead to mine.
She unbuttons my jeans, slides them over my hips.
My cock springs out, hard and ready.
She spreads her legs. God, no underwear. Her pussy is pink and glistening and beautiful.
And I thrust inside.
Fuck, sweet heaven.
“Henry,” she whispers, breathless.
“I know, amber. I know.” I pull out and thrust back in.
Everything I’ve ever needed seems to be inside this woman. Peace. Ecstasy. Pure unadulterated bliss.
I thrust, thrust, thrust…
