Pull You In (Rivers Brothers #3) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,76

her shoulders that already had on a long-sleeve tee, a sweatshirt, a cardigan, and a robe.

"Yes, sixty degrees is practically the arctic," I agreed, shaking my head at her as she slipped her feet into a pair of rubber-soled fluffy slippers, following me out onto the porch.

It was barely dawn. The birds were still fast asleep in their nests. I wanted to be up in our little nest, waking her up with my tongue and fingers.

But we'd had grand ideas in bed before falling asleep the night before. About grabbing some coffee and blankets and making our way to the lake, sitting on the rock and watching the sun come up.

I was holding us to it. Even if Katie was intent on bringing every blanket in the cabin with us.

"Wait, did you grab the bat?" she asked, turning back.

"I thought we covered this. There are no cannibals," I reminded her, smiling.

"No," she agreed, rolling her eyes. "But there are bears."

"Love that you think I can fight off a bear with a bat, baby," I said, grabbing the bat to humor her. "Okay. Anything else? A heated blanket, perhaps?"

"Hey, it's not my fault I have a chill," she reminded me. "Someone insisted he would wake up in the middle of the night without an alarm to re-stoke the fire."

"Yeah yeah yeah. I fail at the manly fire setting things. But if I recall correctly, someone sapped me of all my energy last night," I reminded her.

We'd made it back up to the cabin just about an hour before bedtime, so we'd skipped food, fell into bed, and fucked until we couldn't move anymore.

And since we weren't in the middle of a power outage, and the heat was working fine, I'd mistakenly thought she would be warm enough.

I should have known better by now.

This was a woman I'd once caught turning the heat up to seventy-five while wrapped up in a comforter.

She wore two hats, a scarf, gloves, woolen leggings, and three layers of sweaters and jackets just to run out to her pre-heated car, the system I had installed for her as a Christmas present. She'd been more excited about that than the books, the jewelry, the invitation to move into my apartment... after I put in the soaking tub she wanted.

I didn't bother telling her the move would be a temporary one; that I wanted to get a permanent place. The kind with a yard. Some extra bedrooms we might put a kid or two in one day.

"Okay, fine, this was worth it," she told me forty-minutes later, leaning back against my chest, both of us watching the pinkish-yellow sunrise, hearing the bird waking up, seeing the occasional fish ripple the surface of the water.

Sun on her face, she pushed the blanket off her shoulders.

And, well, maybe my hands helped her remove the robe, then the sweater, the shirt, laying her down on the pile they all provided, sliding off her pants and panties, burying my face between her thighs until she was crying out, then burying deep inside her.

I flipped our positions, liking the view better when she rode me, back arching, tits bouncing, the sun casting little beams of light over her body.

"Fuck me harder, baby," I demanded, my hand pressing between her thighs, working her clit, driving her up harder, faster, feeling her walls tighten around me. "Come," I demanded, thrusting up into her as her hips moved in circles.

When she came, she cried out my name, startling the birds in the trees above us as she milked my orgasm from me.

"Know what I think?" I asked as she lay over me, my hand drifting up and down her back.

"What's that?" she asked.

"This would be a great place," I told her, reaching into my pocket, finding the box.

"A great place for what?" she asked, pushing back, looking down at me, a sleepy, satisfied smile toying with her lips.

"For this?" I told her, opening the box, waiting for her gaze to fall on the ring.

"Rush," she said, sighing out her breath.

"Marry me," I demanded, hand reaching for hers.

"But it's only..."

"Been one better day after the next?" I supplied, daring her to deny it.

"That's true," she agreed, smile wobbly. "You're sure?"

"Never been so sure of anything in my life."

"Then yes," she said, beaming, reaching for the ring, shoving it on her finger.

"What?" I asked, brows pinching as I stared up at her intent gaze.

"This ring. There's something familiar about it."

To that, my lips twitched. "You've got a good memory.