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“More than.” I lifted my hips to encourage him to move. “But I need you to—”
He pulled out and thrust inside me in one swift motion, stealing the words from my lungs. I squeezed my eyes against the sensation of him gliding inside me with sure movements. He was hitting this spot that sent me reeling with each pass.
I squeezed his arms tighter, feeling myself drifting out of control. “Heath.”
He leaned down to kiss me. “I’ve got you.”
“Don’t let go.” I wasn’t sure what I meant by that because he was holding me. Maybe I meant it in an emotional way, but then he moved over that spot again, and I couldn’t think at all.
He kissed me, taking me higher with each thrust. Just when I thought I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t get a release, I shattered into a million pieces. My last thought was I hoped he’d pick them up and put me back together, but knowing I’d never be the same again.
He ran a hand under my back and lifted me like a rag doll to straddle his lap. He gripped my hips and lowered me over his cock.
The position felt deeper somehow, more intimate.
Heath’s gaze was fierce. “You like this?”
I felt pliable, like he could do anything he wanted, and I’d love every minute of it. I couldn’t do anything more than nod because I felt overwhelmed with how intimate this was.
I was with Heath Monroe. I was in his bed, in his cabin, on his family’s farm. We weren’t hiding. He’d forgotten or at least pushed my brother out of his mind.
With each glide, he pierced my soul, binding me to him tighter. The thought heightened everything.
I didn’t think it was possible to orgasm a second time, but the sensation was building again. “Heath,” I cried as I gripped him tighter. I was a little afraid of the power that he had over me. I wasn’t sure I’d survive a second orgasm.
“I’ve got you, baby girl.”
I wasn’t sure why he called me that. He never had before, but I liked it a lot.
“You can let go with me.”
The truth of those words washed over me. Could I trust him not to hurt me? Not to set me aside without so much as a backward glance?
There was something in his eyes, a fierce determination and so much affection and tenderness. And it was all for me. If I didn’t look away, I could almost believe his words.
He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Let me love you.”
I couldn’t be sure of the exact words because that was the moment when he reached down and touched my clit. I moaned as the orgasm washed over me, more intense than the last.
This one felt like it reached inside me and wrung out my insides. I was vaguely aware that he followed me over and sank his teeth into the place where my neck met my shoulder. He soothed it with a lick and a mumbled apology.
“It’s okay,” I said as he laid me back on the covers and moved to the bathroom. Is this where he pulled back, reminding us both of my brother and Heath’s vow to protect me? Maybe I should get dressed so I was covered when he returned with nothing but regret on his face.
I heard the water run, and then Heath was in front of me, cleaning me.
“What are you doing?”
He looked at me with nothing but contentment. “I’m cleaning you.”
“Oh,” I said stupidly, unsure if anyone had ever taken care of me. It certainly hadn’t happened after sex. But then maybe it was me who’d moved away, get dressed, and make an excuse so I could go home to my bed. Where I’d inevitably think back to the time when I had felt something for someone.
But this time I was with Heath, and he was all I’d ever thought about. I couldn’t believe we were here, and this was real.
He wadded up the washcloth, aimed for the hamper in the corner, and threw it. Then with a grin, he flopped onto the bed next to me. Propping himself on one elbow, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, that was—” There were no words that could adequately describe how intense it was.
He leaned down and kissed me softly, touching the strands of my hair and stroking my arm down to my hip, where he held on. When he finally lifted his head, he said, “Thank you.”
