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I’ll forget why I was ever angry with you.”
Hope flickers in her eyes, lighting her up from the inside. “Really?”
I guide her shirt apart, baring her breasts, which are even more beautiful now than they were spilling out of the top of her corset in the woods. I cup her in both hands, dragging my thumbs back and forth across her nipples, loving the way she shivers in response and rocks her hips closer to mine. “Really, but I need you to promise me—no more lies. I want the truth from you. Even if you think it’s going to piss me off.”
“I’m not afraid of pissing you off,” she says, her next breath emerging as a moan. “But I am afraid of losing you. And that you’re going to stop touching me like this.”
“I’m never going to stop touching you,” I promise as I pull her closer, guiding her breast to my mouth. “Not ever.” I kiss and suck and tease her oh-so-responsive nipples until she’s writhing on top of me, making sexy, hungry sounds in the back of her throat, and then I make quick work of the rest of her clothes.
Skirt and stockings and panties go flying as she tears at the buttons on my shirt and drags down the zipper on my fly, her cool hand diving inside my pants. I suck in a breath as her freezing fingers curl around my cock, but it isn’t long before my burning skin has warmed hers right up.
But there’s somewhere even warmer than her hand that I’m dying to be.
I roll on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. “I want you so much.”
“Then take me,” she says, arching her hips, trapping my cock between her slick heat and my belly.
“Condom, saddlebag,” I groan as I press tighter against her, dying to be inside her more than I can remember wanting anything, ever, even out of the damned engagement with her sister.
“I told you, I’m the pill.” She kisses me with the words, her arms winding around my neck as her legs wrap around my hips, shifting our position until my cock presses against her entrance and I’m two seconds away from losing control. “And I’m clean.”
“Me, too, but are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Don’t leave me,” she says, lifting her hips, taking the tip of me into the paradise between her legs. “Don’t ever leave.”
With a groan of surrender, I sink home, burying myself deep. And she is tight and hot and so fucking perfect, but it isn’t the physical sensations that make my breath catch and my eyes sting. It’s how good it feels to be this close to her, this woman who is quickly becoming one of my best friends, the person I want to talk to first thing in the morning and last thing at night.
“Don’t lie to me again.” I catch her chin between my fingers and thumb as I begin to move, watching her lashes flutter as we find our rhythm.
“I won’t, I swear,” she says, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as she adds, “but I’m grateful for Lizzy’s lie. Without it, I wouldn’t be here. With you.”
I cup her cheek in my hand as I circle my hips, grinding against her clit at the end of each thrust, loving the way her breath hitches and her body tightens around me. “Me, too,” I confess. “But this is it. The first lie and the last.”
“Yes, oh yes,” she moans. Moving her hips faster, she demands I give her everything.
So I do. Fisting my hand in her hair, I slant my lips across hers and kiss her hard while I fuck her with every muscle, every cell, every piece of my heart, and my sweet girl gives as good as she gets. By the time she comes, her legs locking tight around my hips and her fingers clawing into my shoulders, I’m seconds behind her.
Pleasure swells and explodes, crashing over me just as thunder booms overhead, shaking the walls of our shelter.
Or I assume it’s thunder until the first pair of hooves bounds across my back and a furry black-and-white face pops between mine and Sabrina’s. The baby goat bleats, Sabrina screams, and I have a mild coronary as I push the beast to one side. A beat later, Sabrina’s cry is answered by a chorus of wailing, damp mama goats flooding into the shelter, their babies bouncing happily behind them.
“Oh my God,” Sabrina says, giggling as she fights to free her