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“More!”
He gave her more, fucking her rough and dirty, his balls slapping with every thrust. Their bodies grew slick with sweat and her moans echoed off the cabin walls. She clenched as hard as she could around him. Clenched. Released. Clenched.
He swore, his rhythm getting faster and more frenzied. With every thrust, his groin rubbed against her clit, his cock also hitting that place deep up inside her with each plunge. Pleasure lit up every nerve below her waist and she squeezed hard around his cock as her cries came out higher and higher pitched.
She howled as the orgasm ripped through her.
He dropped to his elbow so he could wrap both arms around her. He clutched her to him and thrust into her more deeply than ever. She was still riding her high when he roared through gritted teeth and shoved himself to the hilt inside her.
She reached down and grabbed his flexed buttocks, not wanting to miss a moment of the shared experience. He jerked back and then thrust in again, his face knotted with agonized pleasure.
For a precious second, they peaked together.
And then his body went slack over hers. Where his entire body had been strung taut as a bow only moments before, now he crumpled almost completely limp, sliding out of her and rolling to her side. He didn’t let go of her, though. He just dragged her with him so that she was captured against his chest, her body cemented to his side.
She didn’t mind. She was glad, in fact. After such an intense experience—holy shit, that was just—
“Wow,” she whispered.
He squeezed her close and laughed. She could hear it rumbling through his chest where her head was propped.
“Yeah, you can say that again.” He sounded just as in awe as she was.
Her own body relaxed at his words. She’d thought maybe this was how sex always was for him. All his moves were so smooth, she couldn’t help wondering if he was just some sex god who took home a different woman every other night to quench his ‘thirst.’ Women probably a lot prettier and skinnier than her.
Then she clenched her eyes shut. God, she did not need to be worrying about that. She could just enjoy this for what it was without analyzing it to death.
All she’d wanted was one night to let go.
To celebrate her new freedom. Her new life.
Besides, she was far from ready to dive into another relationship right after ending things with Jason. As if a one-night stand would lead to a relationship anyway. She internally rolled her eyes and sank against Hunter’s warm, muscled chest. She wrapped her arm around his broad body. After the year she’d had, she deserved tonight and enjoying the little slice of heaven that was Hunter Dawkins.
They laid there in silence. She would have thought he’d fallen asleep except for his hand tracing patterns up and down her back. He seemed content to simply lie there, snuggled against her.
Like the intense sex they’d just had, his tenderness threatened to crack the determination she’d just come to that this was just a casual one-night stand.
And she couldn’t have that. She was all too aware of how fragile she was at the moment.
Before leaving New York, she’d stopped at the pharmacy and gotten a refill of her prescription—pills she could trust to be her real medication and a ninety day supply so she wouldn’t have to worry for awhile—and already she’d been feeling more evened out over the past few days. But still. It usually took a couple weeks to a month whenever she had a medication change and who knew what the hell Catrina had been dosing her with that she still had to get out of her system?
All of which meant she couldn’t trust any of her emotions right now—no matter how intensely she might be feeling for the man she was currently snuggled against.
So, determined to keep it light, she turned into him and nipped at his
chest, grinning up at him when he jerked in surprise and looked down at her.
She arched an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re done with me already.” She nodded toward the rest of the condoms he’d brought. “You came so prepared, after all. It’d be a shame to put it to waste.
His nostrils flared and his mouth hitched up on one side. “I was an Eagle Scout.”
“Ooo. Impressive.”
“I live to impress.” He was all out grinning now.
She sat up and pulled back from him, drawing the blanket up with her, leaving him bare. She put her fist underneath her chin and looked him up and down, evaluating him in an overexaggerated fashion. “Well, Eagle Scout Hunter, I give you a ten for presentation and let’s say a…” She pursed her lips, “…an eight point five for performance.”
His eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Only an eight point five?”
