“You’re my new addiction,” I growl, pulling my finger free to lick clean. I run my tongue along her drenched folds, savoring how every muscle tightens. Her lower abs squeezing.
“Oh, Denver,” she screams, fingers tangling in my hair, pressing me hard into her. She grinds on my face, and I fuck her with my tongue until she begs me never to stop.
My chest puffs with pride. May be scarred. May only have one leg. But I can make Dahlia happy. I can make her my world. Make worshiping her my lifelong goal.
Two fingers slide into her this time, tongue swirling and lapping mercilessly. Sucking her between my teeth, ratcheting her to the breaking point. I have to wreck her.
Her walls spasm, sucking my fingers in as she explodes with a hot gush, body shaking, abs flexing. Her hips thrust toward me, legs squeezing my head. I don’t stop until she’s panting, sated, melting into the sheets.
I lick my fingers clean. Then, swipe a hand over my beard, licking some more as I crawl back up her body with a rumbly laugh. “Trying to keep you here for good. Working yet?”
“Yes,” she croons, bedroom eyes and a sexy smile. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me tight against her. Like I’m all she needs.
Her mouth takes mine, tasting herself. So fucking taboo. My cock leaks pre-cum at the thought. I turn, hovering over her with one arm, bracing against the bed. She wraps her legs around my waist, hips rocking towards my steel-hard cock, begging me to take her.
“Want to fuck you ’til you can’t remember your own name … or how to find the Wheeler place again,” I tease.
She pants between kisses. “Just need to remember your name, so I can scream it, right?”
“Got me figured out,” I grunt as I slide into her. So damn wet, I’m ready to explode. It puts a dangerous sting at the back of my eyes to be wanted this much. Turns my naughty words of claiming soft and sweet.
Not fuck her. Love her. Show her with every cell in my body, every part of my being, how she makes my soul hum.
I wrap my hands in her silky locks, palm her face as our eyes lock. I move slow. Taking my time, enjoying every inch. Dipping my head to lick and suck her nipple. Tease and bite it before switching sides, all the time moving steady inside her. Angling her hips so that my head slides over her happy place again and again until her fingernails gouge my back, and she unravels again. Panting, screaming, milking everything I have to give her.
I slam into her hard, finally letting go, spilling my hot seed. I get so fucking lost in her, I drown. Don’t want to come up for air again. I crave her more than breath or life.
“Love you, Sunshine,” I whisper, unable to hold back those words even if she’s not ready for them yet.
Her eyes round. “You don’t waste time, do you?”
“Not one of those douchebag guys who can’t commit. I know what I want when I want it. Doesn’t happen often.”
Her hand comes up, cupping my cheek, stroking my beard. Tears fill her eyes, and she laughs, airy and light as birdsong. “Never thought my cabin adventure and honoring Maya would lead me to you. Tothis.”
She leans up, presses her forehead to mine. “Love you, too, Hero.” Her voice is sleep-rough and soft as smoke.
That nickname still wrecks me. So do her words. Voice raw, I go for distraction. Need a moment to pull it together. “Coffee?”
“Don’t know if I want you to leave.” She grabs my ass with both hands, drawing me deeper. Talk about a fucking invitation.
“Coffee later?” I ask.
“Much later. I need more of you first. Much more.”
For the firsttime in years, I fall quiet without feeling alone. After Dahlia snoozes off, I slide from bed carefully, slip on my prosthetic, tug on jeans. Down the hallway, I bring the living room fire back to life, measure grounds into the old enamel pot. The smell rises rich and earthy, winding through the cabin like memory.
When I return, she’s sitting up, wrapped in my blanket, bare shoulders kissed by morning light.
“Let’s see if third time’s a charm. Coffee?”
She chuckles. “The best head and best sex ever. Now coffee? You’re spoiling me.”
“Trying to keep you.”
“For the record, it’s working.”
“Good,” I say, sitting next to her. I hand her a mug, then stroke her gorgeous curls. “Like it when you have your hair down. Fucking stunning.”
