She positions herself right above my rigid cock and slowly, carefully, lowers herself on top of me.
“Fuck. You feel so damn good.”
When she starts moving her hips, I’m a goner. I won’t last long. Not after denying myself for years. Sure, I got it off in the shower from time to time, but this is a whole new ballgame.
With every minute we spend together, I fall harder. I want more than her body. I want her heart too.
Watching her? The light in her eyes is intoxicating. Her breasts bounce as she thrusts her hips, and a shy smile bends her lips at the corners.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
I keep one hand on her waist and slide the other to her mound, finding that hard, tight nub I know will send her flying over the edge once more. Hope cries out when I start to circle my thumb, and even more of her delicious scent washes over me.
I’m so close my heartbeat roars in my ears. “Fly with me, Hope.”
And she does.
11
Hope
With a mug of coffee warming my hands, I relax against the pillows. The rhythmic thump, thump, thump of Wyatt chopping wood outside threatens to lull me to sleep—or maybe that’s the exhaustion. We spent hours last night in bed, exploring all the different ways two people can have sex in a remote mountain cabin.
Well, not all of them. I’m pretty sure we didn’t even make a dent in the mountain man’s Kama Sutra. But we tried.
Shivering as my nerves get the best of me, I tug the blankets up higher. West will be here in a couple of hours, and I don’t want to leave Wyatt—and lose whatever this is between us. But he’s right. Living in the middle of nowhere with only Wyatt and Murphy around? I can’t do that either. I need people. Technology. Takeout. Central heat.
I drain the last of the coffee and trudge into the bathroom. I’m deliciously sore all over, yet I’d jump Wyatt again in a heartbeat. He woke me this morning with his massive erection pressed to my ass, and we passed an hour slowly. Tenderly.
I always thought the phrase “making love” was stupid. It’s sex. Fucking. A roll in the sheets. Or it always has been.
Not with Wyatt though. Not today.
We most definitely made love.
After a quick shower, I pull on the new clothes from the General Store. The jeans and t-shirt both hang off of me. When I first met Simon, I was curvy. I loved how I looked. How I felt. But thanks to three years of the world’s strictest diet, I’m now so thin, my hipbones stick out and I can see most of my ribs.
The socks fit, at least. And once I have my boots zipped, I make two cups of instant coffee and carry them outside to find Wyatt.
Crisp, spring air scented with pine greets me, and I’m shocked at the change since yesterday. Murphy barks in the distance, happy, like he’s chasing squirrels—or whatever dogs chase in the middle of nowhere—and a gentle breeze ruffles my hair.
Wyatt’s flannel shirt hangs on a tree branch. His t-shirt strains over his broad back, each swing of the axe coiling his muscles in a way that makes my core heat and my nipples tighten.
“Hey.” I stop a few feet away, waiting until he sees me before I offer him the mug. “Thought you might want this.”
The furrow between his brows that appeared not long after he made breakfast is deeper now, and his shoulders hike up around his ears. “I want you.”
“You had me. Three times last night and once this morning.” Smiling into my cup, I realize I actually like instant coffee. And what Wyatt does to my body.
“That’s not what I meant.” He drops the axe next to a tree stump the size of a small car, brushes splinters and bits of wood off the flat surface, and sinks down, resting his head in his hands.
“Then what—?”
Murphy races into the clearing—utterly silent—and skids to a stop in front of Wyatt, pawing the ground, then Wyatt’s foot.
My mountain man is instantly on alert. Standing, he grabs the axe, then his flannel shirt. “Hope? You’re going to the basement. Right fucking now. Lock the door from the inside and stay completely silent.” He wraps strong fingers around my elbow and pulls me toward the cabin.
“What is it?” I hiss. My heart pounds so hard, I’m sure he can hear it. Murphy stays close. The dog’s ears are perked up, and his head swivels from side to side.
