“Honey,” he gasped, his slick tip sliding over her belly, the base of his shaft grinding in just the right place to make fire shoot through her veins. “I wanted to—do this slow, but—fuck.”
“Next time,” she gasped, already almost over the edge. “Oh God. Now, Buck,please.”
His hands curved under her thighs. She’d expected him to push her back onto the bed, but instead he lifted her, effortlessly, as though she weighed nothing at all.
Her back hit the cabin wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his length slid through her slick folds, searching. And then he was there, inside her, filling her at last.
She cried out, clenching around him. He made a guttural, wordless noise, fingers digging into her thighs. He drew back; surged forward, slamming into her.
“Honey.” His mouth was at her throat, hot and frenzied. “Honey.”
She clawed at his back, lost to the same animal need. One more thrust, and she was shattering around him, biting his shoulder to stop herself from crying out.
His teeth pressed into her neck as she fell apart. The pinch of the bite increased, teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain—and then he wrenched his mouth away from her skin with a snarl.
“No,” he gasped, forehead pressed against her shoulder. And then, straining into her, “Yes. Fuck, yes. Honey!”
With one final shudder, he went still. Honey collapsed against him, limp and panting.
“Don’t put me down,” she mumbled, aftershocks still sparking through her. “I can’t feel my legs.”
Buck shifted his grip, holding her more gently. “I have no intention of ever putting you down, woman.”
Nonetheless, he carried her over to the bed. Still locked together, he managed to maneuver them both down to the mattress, him on top. Honey let herself sink back under his weight, feeling deliciously languorous.
Buck pushed her hair back from her neck. His fingertips traced the place where he’d almost bitten her.
“You’d better not have given me a hickey,” she murmured. “There’s a limit to how much I want the kids to know.”
“You’ll be all right. There’s no mark.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, in a way that felt curiously like an apology. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
“You’d better not,” she told him sternly, and felt his laugh whisper across her skin.
“Careful. Wouldn’t want my masculine pride getting over-inflated.” With a sigh, he pulled out at last, rolling off her. “Much as I’d love next time to be right now, I’d better go find my handcuffs.”
She raised her eyebrows at him. “Not that I’m objecting, but I think that’s the kind of thing we should discuss first. Ideally while fully clothed.”
He swatted her thigh. “Not for you, woman. Me. I’ve still got a motherloving monster in my head, remember? After tonight, I’m pretty sure the damn mutt isn’t going to be satisfied with just hanging out on your roof. If I don’t chain myself to my bed, you’re likely to wake up to find it draped across you like a giant furry blanket.”
Privately, Honey thought that sounded rather nice. She knew better than to say that to Buck, though.
“I can’t go back to my cabin yet,” she said. “We’re meant to be frolicking in the moonlight, remember?”
“Good point.” He sank back to the bed, drawing her against his side. “Kids and their motherloving schemes. I don’t know whether to tan their hides or send them a gift basket. Damn it, woman, I can barely keep my eyes open. You wrung me out like a rag.”
“I could say the same.” She rested her head on his chest, drowsiness making her whole body heavy. “I suppose we shouldn’t take a nap.”
“I’d better not, or else this bed is likely to become abruptly overcrowded.” His arm tightened around her. “You go ahead and get some rest, though. We can stay like this for a while.”
She closed her eyes, listening to his slow, steady heartbeat.
It couldn’t last, she knew. The relationship might be real, but only within the bounds of the camp. They still came from different worlds. And she would never belong to his.
But still…
“Yes,” she whispered. “Just for a while.”
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