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I fist the sheets on either side of me, gasping, whimpering, as the pleasure builds. “Oh my god, Cruz, I think I’m gonna …” My eyes fly open in shock. Never before have I come from penetration alone, but my body seems to be heading in that direction.

“You gonna come for me, Princess?” he asks. “Look at me while you do.”

I swallow, closing my eyes involuntarily as he delivers another thrust.

I feel his fingers grasp my jaw, roughly turning my head toward him, and I open my eyes.

“Look at me,” he orders.

I feel the wave building, and my eyelids flutter.

His grip on my jaw tightens. “Look. At. Me.” My gaze meets his, dark and commanding, and it’s the thing to push me over the edge.

I cry out, at his utter mercy as my orgasm crashes through me harder than any other has. I’m whimpering—no,sobbing—as my limbs shake and my pussy clenches around his cock.

Cruz keeps his hold on my jaw as he pumps into me, chasing his own release. And with a groan, he finds it, stilling inside of me. He breathes hard, leaning over me, his hand moving to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking slowly.

I bite my lip, staring up at him. His cock is still lodged inside of me, thick, pinningme down. He ducks his head to brush his lips softly against mine, and then he sits up, disentangling himself from me and striding from the room without a word.

I blink in surprise, watching him go. I pull the sheets up and around me, about to call out his name, when he reappears in the doorway, a glass of water in hand. He sits on the bed, extending his arm. “Water?” he offers.

I grasp it silently, taking a long, slow sip.

His hand finds my knee, the limb closest to him and not covered by the blanket. He stares down at it as he draws slow circles with his thumb. “I can go back to my cabin if you want, or …” His gaze flits up to mine, and gone is the commanding cowboy who just fucked me senseless and in his place is a man who seems … nervous? Hopeful?

“Stay,” I say quickly. I don’t know what it means about us or if it’s a good idea, but it’s what I want.

He smiles softly, relief flooding his features. “Whatever you say, Princess.”

Chapter 12

Cruz

I snuggle deeper into the pillow, taking a deep breath and exhaling. The scent of lavender fills my nostrils, the sun still at bay despite the fact that it feels like morning.

Wait. Lavendar.

I blink, taking in the room around me. It isn’t mine. There are curtains on the windows, explaining the lack of bright light. And the mattress beneath me is soft—softer than I’m used to. And then, in a split second, it all comes back.

I roll over, expecting to see Addison lying beside me, but I find the bed empty. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I hear subtle noise from the kitchen, and then there she is inthe bedroom doorway, two cups of what appears to be coffee in her hands.

She shoots me a soft smile—a smile that seems … shy. She stands there for a few seconds, almost as if she’s afraid to cross the threshold. Afraid ofme.

I cock my head. “Morning, Princess.”

She bites her lip and stares down at the coffee. Then she approaches, moving to set my mug on the nightstand beside me. She stands a few feet away. “Are things gonna be awkward between us now?” she asks quietly.

A grin stretches across my face. Is that all she’s worried about? “Do you want them to be awkward?”

She rolls her eyes.

“’Cause I could be awkward if you want,” I say, sitting up and reaching for her cup of coffee and setting it beside mine. Then I grab her waist, pulling her closer so she’s standing between my spread thighs, right against the bed. I stare up at her. “I could avoid you, I could ignore you, I could make petty jabs at you when I see you around the ranch.”

She fights back a giggle.

My hands encircle her waist, squeezing slightly. Then I push the hem of her tank up just enough to expose her belly. I look up to catch her gaze as I lean forward and slowly slide my tongue across her exposed skin. “Or we could do more of this.”

She’s biting her lip again.