"Then don't stop."
He backed me toward the bed and followed me down, the weight of him perfect and grounding.
"Tell me what you want," he said against my neck, his voice rough with need.
"You. However you'll give me."
His hand trailed down my body, between my thighs. "That's a dangerous offer."
"I trust you."
Something flickered in his eyes before his mouth claimed mine again.
He took his time working me up, hands and mouth everywhere, until I was writhing beneath him and begging. When he finally slid inside me, we both groaned at the sensation.
"On your knees," he said, pulling out suddenly.
I scrambled to comply, and he positioned me on all fours, one hand on my hip and the other between my shoulder blades.
"Like this?"
"Just like this." He pushed in slowly from behind, the angle completely different, deeper. "God, you feel incredible."
He set a rhythm that had me clutching the sheets, each thrust deliberate and controlled. His hand slid around to find my clit, his fingers moving in circles that made me gasp and moan.
"That's it," he encouraged, his other hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks. "Let me hear you."
I couldn't hold back the sounds spilling from my throat as my whole body tightened around him.
"You're close," he said, reading my body perfectly. "Come for me. I want to feel it."
His fingers moved faster, his thrusts deeper, and I shattered around him with a cry that probably carried through the whole house. He followed moments later, groaning my name as he found his release.
We came apart in a sweaty, satisfied sprawl.
"That was—" I started.
"Yeah," he agreed.
I laughed, curling into his side. "We should probably get up."
"In a minute." His arm tightened around me. "Let me enjoy this first."
"Enjoy what?"
"You. Here. In my bed." He pressed a kiss to my hair.
My chest swelled—too full. Like something was trying to break through that I wasn't ready to examine yet.
"I am happy. Happier than I can remember being.”
"Me too."
We lay there in contented silence until our breathing evened out and sleep pulled us under.
THE MORNING OF THEtwenty-third dawned with nervous energy thrumming through my veins.
We spent the morning doing final checks in the barn. Everything was ready.
