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insides clamped down on him. He could feel her closing around him, clenching him as she pulled him in tighter.

Energy welled inside of him. He could barely breathe as he pressed in and pulled out. Then something primal took over. He stretched his hand and touched the wall by her hand. The shift gave him leverage, let him plunge deeper inside her. The bed rocked and sweat broke out along his shoulders. He could feel the wet smoothness of her skin under him. The chill of the room evaporated and heat poured over them.

He kept moving. Pushed faster. The tempo picked up, and his nails dug into the wall. He could hear her palms slap against the wall close to his with each thrust. Feel the grip of her legs bind around him.

Every thrust, every breath, centered on bringing her pleasure. He didn’t hold back. One hand roamed over her as the other braced against the wall. He hovered right on the brink of something amazing. He’d abandoned his control and let the energy sweep them both up in its wake. Now his body bucked without any signals from his brain. He moved on pure instinct. In and out.

His hand slipped around her body to land on her ass. He cupped her cheek and brought her in even tighter against him. The move had her body jerking. She started to chant his name as an orgasm ripped through her. He could watch it play in the puffs of her cheeks and flush of her skin. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Her arms stiffened and her hands curled into balls.

The stunning display could have lasted seconds or minutes. He couldn’t tell, but he watched it all. Envied every inhale while he held back. This time was about her, but his body had other ideas. As soon as the pulsing died down inside her, his ticked up. The tightening finally snapped and he let go, biting back a groan as he came.

His palm slammed against the wall right as her arms dropped next to her head. It was as if her muscles lost their strength. Being inside her zapped his. He felt both weak and strong as his orgasm raged on. When he finished his arms wobbled. He didn’t have the strength to balance above her.

To keep from crushing her, he rolled to the side and took her with him. There, with their arms curled around each other in the darkness, she cuddled in even closer. He remained lodged inside her and didn’t care. She felt so good. So fucking right.

She kissed his throat. “That was impressive.”

He laughed because he couldn’t hold it back. The sudden happiness inside him seemed to swamp him. “I think you stopped my heart.”

She placed one last kiss on his chin then settled in against his chest. “I can only imagine what you’ll do when you actually tie me up.”

His body jerked as visions from his dreams ran through his head. “Soon.”

“I’m holding you to that promise.”

“I always keep them.” And he would keep this one, too. Trust and honesty mattered to him. Except for some omissions about Brandon, he’d never lied to her, and he wasn’t about to start now.

FIFTEEN

Natalie wandered around the cabin in a daze the next morning. Her body still hummed from the lovemaking the afternoon and night before. When Gabe felt free to explore, he did not hold back. That might be her favorite new thing about him. That and his mouth. Lord, the man could use that mouth.

She stood over her small duffel bag where she’d opened it on the bed and tried to think of what she was forgetting. Not that any of the items in there, in Montana, truly belonged to her. Gabe had picked them all out, which explained the slim-fitting T-shirts for under the bulky sweaters. She was pretty sure he was a breast man. At least he seemed to be last night.

She almost turned around but then she heard footsteps. His footsteps. They thundered except for those instances where he wanted to sneak around. It was an impressive skill.

Arms wrapped around her from behind and his chin rested on her shoulder. The move struck her as so normal it almost freaked her out. She didn’t do dating and ordinary. Just the thought of it made her flinch inside.

But something about Gabe smoothed out the usual rough spots. Things that had her twitching and panicky with other men barely registered. With him,