He wanted to know everything about her. His cock strained to be deeper.
He wanted to know what she liked, what she didn’t like.
Deeper.
And he wanted to share himself with her.
She surrounded him everywhere. She’d crept into his soul and stolen it.
Hunt moved faster, swallowing her cries of pleasure, savoring her words, her chants.
With a spasm, she tightened beneath him, sending him over the edge so that white fire shot down his spine. And confident in their future together, he released his seed.
“Emerson,” she breathed. “I love you. I love you.”
They would not turn back from this.
They could not.
* * *
A cool breeze, a mist almost, blew into the cave. Hunt reached around and drew his coat up to cover both of them. And even though the sand wasn’t the most comfortable of beds, he wasn’t prepared to move.
So instead, he tucked himself around her, listening as their breaths evened and the sound of rain in the background.
Twice today now, he’d felt himself on the brink of heaven.
“This is what it would be like.” Her words sounded timid, not at all like her. But also sad.
Lost.
“Every day.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Every morning. Every afternoon. Every night.”
She tilted her head back to look at him, smiling. “I’m not sure that’s possible.”
But Hunt placed a hand over her breast, and sure enough, felt himself swelling at the vague promise of another round.
“With you, anything is possible.” The thought occurred that with her, his future belonged to him again. His future included a wife, children, a family.
And for the first time since this nightmare began, he was free.
She wriggled against him, and her hair, which had all come undone by now, tickled his chin. Hunt rolled her onto her back and then raised his hand, smoothing the long dark strands out in the sand, arranging it like a fan around her face.
“My hair will never be the same,” she complained. “I’ll never get the sand out of it.” But she didn’t move. She only watched him with a faraway look in her eyes.
Fear squeezed his heart at what he saw, but he dismissed it.
She wasn’t going to leave him now. She not only liked him, but she’d told him she loved him.
Was that what this was? Love?
He would examine that later when the complications surrounding this courtship were behind them.
He wished her father’s money wasn’t a part of this. He wished she was that woman he’d met at the edge of the lake—nothing more than a promise.
Because how could she ever know if his feelings were more than need or want? He could tell her he loved her now, but would she believe him?
Could she? And he realized she’d yet to officially agree to marry him.
