wouldn’t dare.”
She rose slowly up and then sank down again, finding a rhythm that pleased her and also seemed to drive him wild. He used his formidable core strength to roll upward to meet each of her downward thrusts, causing enough friction to make her freeze over him and come again.
She planted one hand on his chest and felt the slam of his heart against his ribs as he set his jaw and fought not to come with her. Holding him under her, keeping him there at least for a while, suddenly seemed vital. If she allowed him to surge over her and take control would she ever find herself again?
* * *
Kaiden counted backward from a hundred and tried to think of the kind of winter day in the great outdoors that would freeze his nuts off. But Julia gasped his name and bent forward, her breasts swinging against his face in an invitation he couldn’t resist. Holding her steady over his thrusting hips, he scooted backward until he was in a sitting position, his thighs spread wide, her knees clinging to his sides.
She kissed him again, and he slid his fingers between them to finger her bud, urging her on, knowing at some desperate level he never wanted to stop feeling her pulsing around him. She moaned into his mouth as she climaxed again, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a harsh cry he joined her, his whole body shuddering with the effort to satisfy her as he climaxed.
She fell forward over him, her hair all in his face and mouth as she sobbed in completion and held him like he meant something to her. He stared up at the rafters of the cabin, automatically checking the joinery as he slowly regained his breath. He waited to see what she would do next. Would she say thank you, turn her back on him, and go to sleep? Or would she want more?
She sighed and stroked his hair. “That was wonderful.. . .”
He allowed himself to relax a little.
“Good to know.”
“Do you want me to get off you?”
He shrugged. “It’s up to you. I’m okay being used as your own personal mattress.” In fact, he loved the way she was cuddled up against him, and didn’t really want to move again in this lifetime, but he wasn’t going to be that guy.
“I suppose you’ll want to clean up.”
“Yeah! Of course, right.” He lifted her off him and immediately swung his legs over the side of the bed to take care of condom disposal. “Would you like a drink or something? I can boil some water—”
She touched his hip. “I’m fine.”
“That’s great.” He paused. “Do you want—”
She knelt up behind him, wrapped her arms around his torso, and bit him gently on the neck. “I want you to stop fussing, come back to bed, and sleep with me before we get to do this again.”
He tried to keep his voice light even though he knew he was smiling like a fool. “Wow, you really are bossy in bed, aren’t you?”
She bit him again, this time harder, which made his dick twitch ready for round two, and attempted to pull him backward into the bed. The resulting skirmish left her on her back with him looming over her, one thigh planted between hers. Her gaze lowered to his groin.
“You can’t possibly be ready for more?”
“It sure looks like it. Sleeping is for sissies.” He slicked a hand over his most prized possession. “You make me so hard.”
Her smile was beautiful enough to make him speechless.
“That’s so sweet of you.”
“I don’t feel sweet.” He cupped her mound, his voice rough. “I want you again right now.”
She pretended to sigh and crooked her finger at him. “Then, come down here, cowboy, and show me what you’ve got.”
Chapter Fifteen
She’d been right about one thing. He was a demanding lover who gave everything, and expected the same in return. He’d coaxed her, teased her, laughed at her, enraged her, and effortlessly offered her everything she’d ever wanted in a sexual partner. And she’d drowned in his demands, aware that he’d willingly gone along with all of her fantasies too.
A slight snore escaped him and Julia smiled. She was currently curled up against his side, one bent knee over his stomach with the hardness of his thigh pressed against the softness of her well-satisfied flesh. He lay on his back, his mouth slightly open, with one arm draped around her shoulders. Normally, she hated