Page 36 of The Smokejumper's Lady

“Please,” I whisper, curling my fingers behind his neck to keep him close. His cock presses hot and heavy against the seam of my body through his jeans, the thickness of him a maddening pressure against my clit. “I need you, baby…”

He lets out a guttural groan, his hands cupping my ass as he lifts me just enough to roll his hips. The movement sends pleasure arcing through me, my nipples pebbling instantly as they brush against his chest. He’s wearing a tight T-shirt that shows off hisstrength, unbearable in the best way. Everything about him is designed to drive me crazy.

I slide my hands under his shirt and rake my nails down his back, and he moans my name in that way that makes me go hot and cold at the same time…in that way that tells me he’s surrendering to the same wildfire that’s consuming me.

“Again,” he growls, his voice ragged with need.

I surge up, pressing my lips to his neck, then lightly sink my teeth into his skin. He shudders, muscles taut, and lets me have him.

There’s too much inside me. Love and lust and leftover ache from the night he carried me out of the flames. I pour it into him. Into this. Into every bite and kiss and scrape of my nails.

He whispers things against my skin as he trails lower, heat and reverence in every syllable. “I love you so much. Fuck, I need you. Gotta have you.”

In one slick move, he tugs down his pants and drives himself inside of me. I gasp, my body clenching and tensing in the most delicious way.

He’s still holding me up against the rock wall, gripping my thighs in his strong hands, his body a sculpture of muscle and heat. His thick cock fills me completely, his jaw clenched like he’s holding back an avalanche.

He pulls out slowly and slides back inside in another powerful thrust. I groan, my head falling back as my walls stretch to accommodate him.

“Take it,” he commands, his hands guiding the rhythm as he fucks into me. “Take every inch, Clea. You feel that? That’s mine. You’re mine.”

I cry out, grabbing onto his shoulders for support as the primal heat of the moment sets me ablaze. We move together in a fevered rhythm, sweaty, slick, and breathless. Nature curls around us like a witness—the roar of the waterfall, the heat of the sun, the cool spray of mist on our skin.

Suddenly, I’m flying, floating in a sea of nothingness. My whole body draws taut, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I submerge under the waves of climax.

Ryan’s right behind me, thrusting deep and hard as he lets go, groaning my name into my neck, spilling deep inside me.

We collapse together, tangled and trembling in the dirt and moss, the sound of the river masking our panting breaths.

After a few quiet moments, I press a kiss to his damp hair, chuckling lightly. “That was…”

“Holy shit,” he completes, repeating the exact words I used after our first time together. I roll my eyes playfully at him, and he chuckles and kisses my temple.

“I need to tell you something,” I say after another comfortable stretch of silence.

He lifts his head, eyes locked on mine, still dazed with pleasure. “Yeah?”

“I’m pregnant.”

He freezes, just for a heartbeat. Then his lips spread in a slow, wide grin, so full of awe it cracks my heart open.

“You’re serious?” he breathes.

I nod, smiling through tears. “You’re gonna be a dad.”

He laughs, then pulls me into him so tight I can barely breathe.

“I love you,” he says into my hair. “You. This baby. Our whole damn future. I love you so much.”

I kiss him again, laughing. “I love you too, my crazy wild man.”

~The End