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She yelped, arching against him.
“Too much?” He was breathing hard, his voice rough.
“I thought I had to take what you gave me,” she said, rolling her hips against his.
He growled low, deep in his throat. “It’s not fun unless everyone’s having fun,” he said.
“Can’t you tell I’m having fun?” she asked, taking his hand and moving it down beneath her skirt, between her legs, where he could feel that her underwear was already damp.
He pressed his forehead to hers, and growled again, making her tremble beneath his gaze. He stroked her, pushing his fingers beneath that fabric and finding out just how wet she was.
He kissed down her neck, his teeth scraping along her collarbone, his hands moving to her hips, calloused palms sliding up her soft skin as he pushed that dress up and over her head, off of her body.
So she was just wearing a pink bra, and matching underwear, and she was gratified by the expression on his face. By how much he liked it.
He moved his hand over her body, and paused right there at her stomach, which was beginning to get rounder.
“Perfect,” he said. “You’re perfect.”
The rest of their clothes came off with ease, their bodies tangling together, and when he slid home, she nearly wept. Because this was what she had been waiting for. This was what she had waited for, really, because she hadn’t experienced anything that was like this. This was really the real thing. Intimacy.
The thing she hadn’t been looking for at all, but that she needed all the same. It was what created magic in the pages of those books that she read. It was the source of the spark.
It wasn’t just bodies moving together, moving within another. It was the connection of souls.
And she had never understood that. Not really.
But she did now. In this moment. But he came from inside.
And it spilled all over the outside. Made it hot. Made it everything.
The desire that roared through her was like a wild beast, and Gus wasn’t gentle. His thrusts were intense, pushing her hips down into the hard ground, bracing her like that, making her take the full impact of him into her.
And she wanted it. Everything. All that he was. The rough and the untamed. Because it was what called to her.
Wasn’t that what he’d said about her? That he liked her passion? That he liked all the things that she was? And what a gift, because everyone else usually saw it as her being a whole lot of extra.
But Gus had always admired it. And that thing in him that made other people afraid? She wanted it. She could take it. With ease.
Just maybe she was made for him.
And that feeling was like being overcome by an emotion so deep she didn’t think there were words for it. Only groanings in her spirit that filled her with an ache so deep she could scarcely breathe.
When her climax came over her it was like a shower of glory, wave after wave of pleasure, and she kissed him, dragged him down with her, felt him shatter beneath her hands, within her, as he roared out his own release.
“Gus,” she whispered against his mouth, and that mountain shook as she held him.
He lay back on the blanket, and she looked at him, fully naked in the sun. Examined the places where the flames had licked over his body, and where they hadn’t. And she didn’t find one part of him better looking than another. It was all part of who he was. And she liked all of it.
“I promise you, I didn’t bring you up here for that,” he said, looking up at her.
“It’s okay if you did.”
“Oh, I intended to have that happen. I just figured we’d wait till there was a bed.”
“I don’t need a bed. I just need you.”
She meant it, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth she felt a little bit vulnerable. Gus wanted her, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything deeper than that. Hell, she didn’t know if she wanted it to mean anything deeper than that, because they had to keep their heads and figure out how to make all this right and good for the child that they were going to raise together. Figure out how to make this work long-term, when neither she nor Gus had any experience with any such thing.
