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“Really,” he said, flipping them over again. He grabbed the condom he’d laid on the nightstand earlier and quickly sheathed himself, unable to wait even another second. “
You can play another time. I want you. Right. Fucking. Now.” He plunged inside her, once, twice, three times, forcing the words out of a throat that no longer wanted to work. “Wrap your legs around me, babe.”
She did and he groaned, throwing his head back. “So long, so long, so long,” he muttered, hanging onto the edge of reason with just his fingernails. She clenched around him, pulsing her release around his dick and it triggered his own. His whole body shook as he spilled inside her, finally, after all these years.
* * *
Jeremy woke up with Becca wrapped around him and his semi-aroused cock pressed up against her thigh. She’d crawled all over him in her sleep, and only the fact that she’d been exhausted had kept him from waking her and fucking her senseless.
He hoped like hell he’d get that chance again.
He slipped out of bed and pulled on flannel pajama pants and a sweatshirt, then went into the kitchen to start the coffee. He let Becca sleep as he got things ready for breakfast. He’d demanded a lot of her yesterday, and she’d been wrung out from coming as many times as he’d made her come. The thought made him grin, but it also made his cock ache in a hey, I’d like some more of that too way.
He got everything ready, grabbed himself a cup of coffee, threw his parka on and headed out onto the deck with his camera. The morning was cold and clear, with only a light fog drifting through the valley below. Perfect photography weather.
He moved around the deck, shooting various things, and found himself relaxing as he got into the rhythm. One side of his brain was busy with lighting and setting and composition, and the other side was filled with everything Rebeccah.
He didn’t know how long he was out there, but he was startled when she came up beside him, leaning into him.
“G’morning.”
He capped his lens and turned to her, kissing her sleep-tousled hair, brushing a thumb across the pillow crease in her cheek. “Hey. Sleep well?”
“Out cold. I don’t think I moved all night.”
She had no idea she was an octopus in bed? The thought amused him. “Not exactly, but I didn’t mind.”
She looked puzzled for a moment, but then a giant yawn escaped. “Want me to start breakfast?”
“I’m just about done here. I’ll come in with you and we can do it together. But first, this.” He cupped her face and leaned in, brushing her lips with his. He kept it light at first, sliding his fingers from her cheek back into her hair. As her eyes fluttered closed, he closed his hand into a fist, tugging lightly. She gasped and he urged her head back, taking the kiss deeper, stroking her tongue with his then nipping her lip with his teeth. Finally, he pulled back, releasing her hair and pulling her in for a hug. “There. That’s better. Good morning, kitten.”
She looked dazed. He loved that look on her face, the slightly unfocused, dreamy quality of it. The one that said she was thinking about that kiss and maybe even more. God knew he was.
They ate at the breakfast bar, and after they’d cleaned up the dishes, he packed his camera equipment into one backpack and Becca packed lunch in another.
They hiked for hours, stopping often so he could take pictures of whatever struck his fancy. It was easy to be with Becca. She didn’t feel the need to fill up all the silence with chatter, but conversation flowed. After a quick lunch in the car, they walked hand in hand through Big Meadows, and as Becca stopped to look around, he took several photos of her, her cheeks pink from the cold and her eyes sparkling with enjoyment. She turned the tables on him, too, taking pictures of him with a small camera he hadn’t known she’d brought. And before they headed back, he set up the tripod and took several timed photos of them together.
Back at the cabin, he urged Becca to get in the shower to warm up, and while she did, he set a fire in the fireplace in the bedroom. Time for a little more fun.
Chapter Ten
Becca came out of the bathroom in the T-shirt Jeremy had left hanging on the back of the door, and a pair of panties. His order had been my T-shirt and nothing else when he’d smacked her ass and sent her off to the shower, but in a moment of playful defiance, she decided she’d put her panties on anyway.
If he wanted them off, he’d have to take them off her.
He’d been busy while she showered. He’d folded the blankets back on the bed and had lit a fire in the fireplace. He’d filled a plate with fruit and cheese and crackers and had a bottle of wine open on a small table he’d brought in from the other room. A deck of cards was spread out like a fan over the middle of the bed. She hoped that meant strip poker.
He came back into the room wearing nothing but a pair of loose flannel pants, his eyes warm as they ran up and down her body. “Better?”
She’d been freezing when they got back. “Yes, thanks. I can finally feel my toes again.”
“Good. C’mere.”
She crossed the room to him and put her arms around his neck, standing on tip-toe to kiss him. His hands landed on her hips and slid south, hesitating for one brief moment.
He stepped back, a frown on his face. “Lift the shirt.”
“No,” she said, even as her heart skipped a beat.
