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It would be easy to make her come, she was already wet and shuddering. But he didn’t want to please her so much as smash the foundation she stood on and then build it up more firmly, so she felt strong and ready to take on the world again.
“You like this.” He curled his fingers inside her and stroked against the wall of her vagina. She threw her head back against his chest with a sound of lovely agony. “You are fucking perfect, Aurora Rae. I am the luckiest man in the world to have you this way.”
He took that lucky and made it skill, alternating between rubbing her clit and finger-fucking her until she started bucking against him. As she came, she lifted her other foot off the ground and he took her whole weight before she cried out and her body went slack.
Holding her upright, kissing her as she drifted and lowered her feet to the ground, was nothing but joy. When she turned to tuck her face against his chest and sighed, he knew there existed a contentment beyond anything he’d ever achieved.
He’d stolen just the inkling of it.
He smoothed his hand down her messed up ponytail, taking the band with it. “You okay?”
“Hmmm.”
Her satisfaction made him grin. “You’re late for breakfast.” He combed her damp hair, regrouped it in a bunch and wound the band around it, three times for good measure. “You’ll need an excuse.” And he needed a return to the reality they were in, where being this way together was fantasy.
“Hmmm.”
He laughed and that made her lift her face. “I’m going to be very late for breakfast because I need a moment for my bones to solidify so I can take care of you,” she said.
Ah, no, that wasn’t happening. So many walls crashed down and lines rubbed out, but he needed that barrier to hold. He could love her, have her like this and stay in control but taking it any further was a suicide run. Part of him had known that last night.
“Next time,” he said with a quick kiss to punctuate the end of an argument not yet begun.
“I demand equal orgasm rights.”
Missed a trick that she wasn’t fucked into complete compliance. The idea of trying harder next time made him smile. God. Fuck. He still held he
r upright half-dressed and he was already thinking about next time. He was going to get them killed.
He softened his arms, made sure she was balanced and then stepped away, pretending a detachment he didn’t feel, his own body a riot of chemicals, a shaken test tube of the extreme elements of desire and need.
“We have to get out of here.” He went to the door and opened it an inch, blinking in the brightness. No regrets. He’d made her come apart in his arms and that was beauty and truth he didn’t need to hide from.
She ducked under his arm, her clothing back in place, turning to look up at him, a war going on in her eyes. If he kissed her again, they’d both lose. “We need to go.”
“That was—”
“Don’t—” Talking about it was more reality than he could deal with.
She put her hand over the place in his chest where his heart was trying to start a riot and nodded, then she pushed the door open and danced out into the sunlight. “Keep up,” she said, and started running.
He watched her go. Wild and free, and for that shining moment, entirely his.
Chapter Eighteen
Mind. Blown. She’d had sex with Zeke. Not the naked, sweaty, all out penis-in-vagina-sex Rory wanted to have with him, but a completely life-altering, orgasmic experience all the same. It was all she could think about. And it would be completely bizarre if it wasn’t. His big warm hands cupping her, stroking her, opening her up. The way he was gentle and rough and masterful and hesitant all in the right proportions. His clever mouth trailing over her skin and making it shimmer and then his refusal to take any comfort for himself.
She’d trusted him with her body and completely lost her head over him and now he was sitting across the table from her as cool as ice, about to explain to Cadence, who hadn’t wanted to let him in the cabin, why they should be bond mates.
Bastard.
Oh God, what was wrong with her? Cabin fever heated to a billion degrees. Zeke’s hands on her body in ways that were as thrilling as they were disturbing. Yet here he was calm and focused doing his job as if what they’d done together in the barn was nothing more than donuts and dancing in the dark.
What she needed was a reality check. Abundance was messing with her head and Zeke was. Zeke was. A mysterious stranger. Oh shit, he was obviously a sex god and she’d spent her whole adult life thinking that wasn’t relevant to her. That he wasn’t her sex god because he was her forever friend, a future brother-in-law.
He’d put his hands on her to give her pleasure and all that changed. It was a whole new world and she wasn’t ready to leave it, but the reality was Cadence sitting across from them explaining that bonding for couples who hadn’t already declared was made official through a lottery system.
“Names are called randomly from a hat. The person whose name is called has to stand and shout out the name of the person they want to bond with.” Cadence was crocheting her fingers as Rory’s own stitches seemed to come undone. “If that person accepts, an official bond is formed, and the result recorded.”
