“Wanna feel you too, love.Please, Austin,” I beg, reaching down between our bodies and fighting the battle with his belt buckle and zipper, “Yes,” I hiss as my hand slides in and I finally wrap my hand around him, slowly stroking him, learning what he likes, what makes him groan and flex. Loving the feel of him, the power he’s giving me.
“Damn, Char. Not gonna last. Your hand feels so good.Youfeel too. good.”
“Don’t hold back. I want you to go right over with me. I wanna hear you, feel you…” I whisper just before our mouths slam together once more.
My body shakes with pleasure, wound so tight and rising higher with every stroke, every touch, every kiss… Combined with everything else that’s him—his smell, his soft skin, the gravelly groans and mindless kisses that keep scrambling my brain–I know I’m done for.
“Austin… so close…”
“Me too, Char. Give it to me. Let me feel you,hearyou. You’re perfect. Meant for me in every way.Mine…” he growls. That one word pushes me over.
“Austin!” I cry as my release takes hold, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through me. He thrusts into myfist twice more before going completely still and succumbing to his own climax.
As we slowly ease our way back down to earth from such an impossible high, we kiss and breathe each other in, whispering praise and promises we both know we’ll keep.
When we finally pull apart, he tucks me into his chest, holding his lips to my temple which is a good thing considering I'm pretty sure I'm still having an out-of-body experience and don't trust my legs to hold me.
My heart may be punching against my breastbone, but for the first time in as long as I can remember, it feels whole. Not just because of what we’ve just done. Somehow it feels like everything I’ve done in my life, everything I gave up along the way to get back here, was all worth it. Because right now, just like in those Aster books, it feels like Austin is my reward.
The man in question stills and pulls his head back, his eyes wide as they bore into mine.
“What did you say?” he whispers.
I frown when I realize I said that out loud. Biting my lip, I avert my gaze, suddenly finding his chestreallyinteresting. “Um…”
A gentle finger under my chin lifts my eyes back to his dark intense ones. “You think I’m your reward, doc?”
Not trusting my voice right now, I just nod, mesmerized by the look of awe in his gaze.
A slow-growing smile transforms his face as he lowers his mouth to softly–almost reverently–brush his lips against mine. "If I'myourreward, then you’re sure as hell mine too.”
“Andthat’ssomethin’ I’mtotallyOK with.”
18
AUSTIN
Charlie: What should I wear?
Austin: Something comfortable. Whatever you wear will look gorgeous on you anyway.
Charlie: Smooth talker. I’d say you just want to get into my pants but you already kind of did that ;)
I close my eyes and enjoy the memory of the afternoon in her bathroom. Since then, we’ve only managed a few quick catch-ups in between the ranch and new calves coming thick and fast, and her shifts at the hospital. Today I plan on making up for that by taking her away for the night.
Austin: Now that’s put a smile on my face. Don’t forget to pack a bag…
Charlie: Color me intrigued. Are we having a sleepover?
Austin: I’m taking you to Timber Falls then we’ll have dinner there. I figured we’d stay and drive back tomorrow.
I chuckle when I see those tell-tale three dots on my screen telling me she’s typing. Then stopping. Then typing again. A few minutes later, I get her reply.
Charlie: You’re spoiling me, Austin Graham.
Austin: You deserve to be spoiled. See you soon, doc.
An hour later, we’re on the road heading east toward the town of Timber Falls which is a good four or so hours away from the ranch.
