her folds dripping from her first orgasm, he slid fingers inside. Moving his mouth to a plump breast, he suckled and licked, his teeth scraping over a rigid nipple while pumping fingers inside her.
She threw her head back, hips moving to the rhythm of his fingers as his thumb pressed against her clit. “I’m going to come, Luke…”
Lifting his head, hot breath spread across her breasts. “Come for me, babe.”
He watched her features go slack, felt her body tense as another orgasm washed over her. Reaching into a drawer by the bed, he tore open a package, rolling on a condom. Shifting, he hovered over her, giving her a deep kiss, a soul scorching kiss, before flipping her onto her stomach and pulling her knees up.
Spreading her legs, he ran a hand over her back before positioning his rigid length at her opening to thrust inside. A feral growl blew past his lips as he began driving in and out.
“You’re so tight, babe. So good.” He continued pumping, bending to kiss along her shoulders and down her spine. Her soft mews of pleasure broke through his own pleasure. Balancing himself with his good hand, he reached in front of her to massage one breast, then the other.
Thrusts increasing, he moved his hand to her already swollen clit, rolling it between his thumb and finger, feeling her internal muscles clench around him.
“Luke…”
“Stay with me, sweetheart.”
“Please…I…” Her plea died on her lips as another explosive climax racked her body.
A moment later, he shouted her name, following her over the edge.
Standing at the grill in jeans, t-shirt, and bare feet, Gunner sipped a beer, his mind locked on what happened between him and Katrina. She’d been amazing, everything he could’ve dreamed, and as insatiable as him.
Two hours after entering his bedroom, he lifted her into his arms, placing her in the shower. Although it hadn’t been long, they’d made love again under the warm spray. His body shuddered at the memory, vowing a repeat after dinner.
Glancing into the house, he spotted Katrina at the kitchen sink. Torn lettuce filled a wooden salad bowl, sliced tomatoes, artichoke hearts, and avocadoes on the cutting board beside her. She’d made croutons, which cooled on the counter.
Turning toward him, he saw her serene expression slide away as a smile curved her lips. The sight hit him square in the chest. Returning her smile, he shifted to check the steaks. Transferring them to a plate, he took them and his beer into the house.
“How are you doing?” Placing the steaks on the table, he continued into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Adding dressing to the salad, she tossed it, shivering when his lips moved down her neck to her shoulder. “I’m ready,” she breathed out.
“Yeah?” He held her against him, suckling the sensitive area behind her ear. When her stomach growled, he chuckled and stepped away. “Sounds like you’re more than ready.”
Picking up the salad bowl and his beer, Gunner followed her to the dining table. Pulling out her chair, he sat next to her.
“Medium rare, right?” He stabbed a steak, placing it on her plate. In return, she held out a bowl full of salad.
Both dug into their meals, watching the sun begin its slide behind the western mountains. After an afternoon in his bed, Katrina felt an unfamiliar sense of peace.
It had been a long time since her mind wasn’t filled with concern they’d be found. Since the divorce, her mother didn’t know why anyone would care where they were or how they lived. He’d been out of their lives for six years, with no contact other than legal documents.
According to Teri, her ex had provided a decent cash settlement, which she kept locked away in an investment account. He’d also paid for Katrina’s college, and Teri hoped he’d do the same for Brady. Those were good things to remember about her father.
Now she’d met a wonderful man who would soon become her boss. He’d made it clear they were a couple, talking of places he wanted to show her.
“Hey.” Gunner snapped fingers in front of her, dragging her from her thoughts. “Are you all right?”
“Fine. Great, in fact. This steak is perfect.” She placed another bite in her mouth and chewed.
“I need this wrist to heal for a few more days, then I want to take you for a ride. Have you ever been on a motorcycle?”
Her slight hesitation had him studying her. “Um, yes. In high school, I had a friend