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“See that?” he grunts, bucking into me faster, harder. “It’s yours. You own every part of me.” I know he’s talking in the emotional sense because this isn’t just a physical connection—it’s an all-consuming need to be together forever. “I’m yours, and you’re mine. Always.” He slides in deep, rubbing against my G-spot with each stroke, and I find it almost impossible not to come undone. “Are you okay?” I nod, biting my lip because he’s so well endowed.
I slide up the wall with each thrust, my breasts swinging from the force. Saxon growls, taking one in his mouth. I engage my core and slam onto him, impaling myself, which has him cursing in delight. Before I know it, I’m plunging on his length, bowing, swallowing him whole.
He slides a hand down between my breasts to the junction between my legs. He strokes my engorged clit, which rips a cry from my chest. He continues pumping into me while pinching my center, and before I know it, I’m screaming out his name.
I’m spent, but Saxon just smirks, pulling out and spinning me around. He gently kicks my feet apart before thrusting back into me. I slump forward, ass poised high in the air, using the wall as my support. He grips my hips as he pistons into me, plummeting into me over and over again.
The feral grunts and slapping of our ripened flesh have me desperate to come again. His fingers bite into my hips, but the sting is everything I want—it makes me feel alive. I buck backward, meeting him stroke for stroke. The vigor brings tears to my eyes.
“I love you,” he repeats over and over, his tempo almost punishing.
“I love you!” I cry, hands splayed on the tiles, afraid I’ll tumble into a well-satiated heap.
“Forever,” he grunts before an untamed rumble fills the air, and he quickly pulls out.
My body is shaking with the force, and even though I’m still worked up, I’m more than happy to stop. But Saxon won’t have that. With a ragged breath, he scoops a hand around my belly and turns me around.
Oh god, his cheeks are flushed, his sun-kissed skin taut and rippling. I want to eat him alive. “What…?” I don’t have a chance to finish because he drops to his knees, reading my mind because he intends on eatingmealive.
“Worshiping a goddess,” he replies, before planting his face between my legs and making good on his word.
Namaste.
Icross my legs, the burn a luscious memory of what Saxon did to my body last night. I’ve never felt dirtier being locked away in that shower, but when we finally emerged, flushed, spent, and completely satiated, we fell into bed and spent our first night as a couple sleeping side by side. I can’t remember ever sleeping so sound.
When I woke, the sun was just appearing over the horizon. I didn’t have the heart to wake a softly snoring Saxon because he had a look of complete peace settled over him. I showered and grabbed my laptop because I had work to do.
I mail the spreadsheet Anna requested and then send a few emails. It still pains me that I’m unable to go to Syria, but once things settle, I will get back into my routine. As I wait on replies from my allies overseas, I decide to tackle the next thing on my list.
I’ve scoped out a few realtors and sent several emails. There is one I really like, but this decision isn’t mine to make alone. I have no idea where Sam is, which goes to prove this living under the same roof notion can work. We’ll come and go as we please and probably hardly ever see one another.
As I’m tapping my pen on the edge of the breakfast counter, looking at houses on my screen, a mouthwatering fragrance breezes through the air, exciting my taste buds and stirring my girly parts. “Good morning.” Saxon lays a soft kiss on my temple as he looks over my shoulder. “What’s this?”
I ignore the fact I want to bury my nose in the crook of his neck and reply. “I told you I would look for realtors.”
“I can see that, but you’re looking at houses?”
“Yeah. That’s what one does when they plan on selling their home,” I reply with a smirk. But when he rounds the counter and stands before me, I know he’s not amused. “What’s the matter? You don’t want me to sell?”
He runs a hand through his mussed hair. The sunlight lights up his bare torso, but I have other pressing matters to deal with. “I do. Of course, I do, but you’re staying here? In Montana?”
My mouth falls open in understanding. “I-I don’t know. I just figured—”
“Your life is here?” He fills in the blanks while I jump up from my stool and hustle to where he stands.
“My life is with you.” I press my palm to his whiskered cheek.
“My life is in Oregon. There is nothing for me here.” When I arch a brow, he grins. “Apart from you.” So we’ve finally reached the impasse I knew we’d have to face sooner or later.
“I know. I just, Montana has always been my home. My parents are here. Piper. My horses.” Saxon nods, understanding the dilemma, but his stiff upper lip reveals that even though he understands, he has no intention of packing up his life and moving to the last place on earth he’d want to call home.
“Maybe we could try the long-distance thing?” he says, tongue in cheek. I reply by playfully slapping him on the chest.
“How about I sell this house first, and then we can discuss the future?” I offer a compromise. I know it’s not long term, but I feel like we just jumped one hurdle. I want the dust to settle before we tackle another.
Wrapping his arms low around my waist, he draws me toward him. I smother a moan when I’m punched with his beauty up close. “Okay. I do have to go back to Oregon at some point, though.”
“When?” I can’t hide the anxiety from my tone.
