That does it.
He pins me to the mattress, driving deeper and deeper until every thought dissolves into pure sensation.
I cling to him, legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and taking everything he has.
“Look at me,” he pants.
I do.
And that look. God.
It is not gentle. It is not unsure. It is a man who has been starved for too long.
My pleasure hits like a tidal wave.
His follows in a rocky current, relentless and hard, then settles like the sea.
Our breaths break apart.
For a moment, we just exist. Tangled. Quiet. Held.
And I know tomorrow, I will feel him everywhere.
He holds me close, nuzzling into my neck, and says, “When do you go back to LA?”
I don’t want this moment reduced to calendars or geography or the inevitable goodbye.
I turn in his arms and press my mouth to his. “Stop talking, Lumberjack,” I whisper.
And we kiss. A burn so slow it feels like outrunning the night, only to be scorched by the sun.
We kiss and hold each other, fuck and make love. Suspended somewhere between hunger and tenderness.
Right up until dawn.
When our borrowed time runs out.
CHAPTER 44
Harrison
A sharp buzz wakes me.
I ignore it, wrapping myself back around Pix, and go back to sleep.
It does it again.
Pix nudges my side. “Harrison.”
“Hmm?”
“Your phone.”
I grunt and blink at the dark. “What time is it?”
“Sleep time.” she sighs, rolling over. Pix is blissfully out.
I kiss her shoulder and reach for the phone.
