Page 35 of Beastly Mountain Man

The bed shifted beneath us. My nails dug into his shoulders while his thrusts grew harder without becoming wild. I could hear his breathing roughen, hear the low curse he gave when I tightened around him.

I wanted that too—his pleasure, his loss of some of that easy composure—not as payment, but as part of this.

My second orgasm rose so quickly that I barely had time to warn him.

“Lucky, I’m going to come.”

“Then come.”

His fingers stayed firm on my clit.

He drove deep.

I came around him hard, my pussy clenching his cock while my whole body tightened and shook. I pulled him closer, crying out against his shoulder as the pleasure rolled through me.

Lucky’s rhythm faltered.

“Fuck, Caprice.”

The words came rough and breathless beside my ear.

His body tightened over mine, and he thrust deep one last time as his cock pulsed inside me.

I held him there because I wanted every part of it, not because I was supposed to.

For several moments, neither of us moved.

Our breathing gradually slowed.

Lucky lifted his head enough to look at me.

His hair was a complete mess.

I smiled.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m enjoying the collapse of your grooming standards.”

He laughed so suddenly his shoulders shook.

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“I contain multitudes.”

He kissed me, slow and warm, and the laughter softened into something that sat much deeper in my chest.

After he eased out of me, Lucky went into the bathroom and returned with warm washcloths. He went back out for two glasses of water and brought my phone with him.

He set my phone on the nightstand and handed me one of each.

I cleaned myself up while he did the same, then drank most of the water.

Lucky sat against the headboard beside me.

“You hungry?”

I stared at him. “We ate enough pasta to support a small municipality.”