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With his arms around me, one of his hands explored between my thighs while the other teased at my nipple.

“Feel good?”

I nodded. “Not as dramatic as last time.”

He ground his cock against my back. “I’m trying to be romantic here.”

“And it’s very nice…”

He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and jerked it so I was looking him in the eye. “You don’t want to make this easy for me, do you?”

I leaned in and nipped at his bottom lip. “I don’t think you want that either.” The hard set of his jaw told me I was right. Wiggling out of his grasp, I shoved him onto his back and straddled his hips.

“Okay, maybe I can see your point,” he said, sliding his hands over my chest and giving my breasts a gentle squeeze.

I grabbed a condom and carefully rolled it over his eager length before rising on my knees and impaling myself on his cock.

We both groaned when I bottomed out on his lap.

“Like it better when you call the shots?”

“So much better.” I set a fast pace, rising and falling on him until my thighs screamed for me to stop and my body demanded I keep going.

I planted my hands on his chest, feeling the coarse hair under my palms. The light from the fireplace danced across our naked skin as we came together and apart, over and over until sweat dotted my forehead and he tightened his hold on my hips.

“Damn, going to make me come,” he muttered, then he let loose. He held me still as he thrust, hitting me deep and exactly where I needed it.

Sliding my hand between my thighs, I toyed with my clit, circling my fingers until I reached the edge, then fell over it.

I dug my fingers into his chest, my legs finally giving up entirely. He pulled me tight against him, thrusting up into me a few more times before he shattered too.

His deep groan sent a shiver through me as I clung to his broad chest. Every muscle in his body was tensed and quivering until his orgasm finally waned.

He took care of the condom once he’d come back down to earth, and I settled under his arm, my head on his chest, feeling how fast his heart was beating.

The cabin was quiet except for the crackle of the fire and the sound of our combined breathing.

He kissed the top of my head, and the whole thing was so comfortable and domestic. I felt no need to leave, get dressed, or ask where we went from here. I already knew.

“I could get used to this.”

He tightened his arm around me. “My cock or my bed or…”

“All of it.” I looked up at him, my chin resting on his chest. “Your hermit cabin, random nerdy moments, the flannel collection, the attitude, all of it. I want all of it.”

“Wait, isn’t it you who has the attitude?”

I shoved him lightly, and he captured me against his chest, laughing into my hair.

“I want it too. I’ll come with you to cemeteries in the middle of the night and pick up iced coffee on the way…”

“I don’t need you to do those things,” I interrupted.

“I want to, though. They’re important to you, so they’re important to me. You’ve got some spooky out-there dreams, but I support them. I can be your graveyard groupie, or your cemetery caddie, or…”

“Please stop,” I said, pressing my forehead to his chest as I laughed.

“You sure? I have more.”