She was still trembling from her orgasm. I felt the press of her fingers along my back, and after a few more beats, she rocked her hips impatiently. I usually had more control, but control had spun out of my reach long moments ago when I tasted her. Now, inside of her, I felt caught in the rush of a current I couldn’t slow down. All I could do was ride it and try to keep my head above water.
I drew back, sinking in again, and she cried out, arching her hips into mine. When I heard her whisper my name, it was like lightning cracking across the sky of the storm surrounding us, sizzling through me. I felt the light nip of her teeth on the side of my neck. She said my name again, followed by “please,” and the current crashed over me. My release was gathering force, tightening at the base of my spine before snapping loose when another bolt of lightning sizzled across the sky.
She cried out when I barely remembered to reach between us, because I needed her to fall into this release with me. I could feel her crest when I pressed over her clit, teasing with my fingers.
It was messy, and I had zero finesse, but it was enough. She clamped down around me, and that was it. We were trembling together for long moments.
I didn’t even know how much time passed in the haze of that fiery release when I collapsed against her, barely remembering to roll over so I didn’t crush her. It felt as if we’d crash-landed together after the rush of a storm. The air was clearing, and we held still together to catch our breath.
I was dozing with Tori soft against my side, both of us resting, feeling almost cast adrift on a soothing current. I was entirely sated to a degree I’d never experienced before. Gradually, I managed to shake myself out of my haze and get up to walk into the bathroom adjacent to her bedroom.
The bathroom was small, but tidy, with a tub and shower opposite the sink. I quickly disposed of my condom and washed my hands.
Tori followed me into the room a moment later, and when I turned to face her, my heart gave a spinning kick in my chest. There was so much to this that I didn’t know how to absorb. She studied me for a beat, her skin still flushed and her eyes dark.
“I need to walk Bella,” she said after the moment began to stretch between us.
“Okay,” I replied.
Moments later, we both tugged on our clothing and went out into the yard. Bella padded alongside Tori at a leisurely pace. She did her business and then turned toward us, clearly expecting affection. Tori didn’t hesitate, lavishing her with kisses and strokes on her face.
When we walked back inside, Bella promptly curled up on her bed in the living room. Tori checked the wood stove, making sure the fire was low, before straightening and asking, “Do you want to stay?”
Chapter Sixteen
Tori
Do you want to stay?
My own question to Kincaid reverberated in my thoughts the following morning as I came awake slowly. I felt deeply rested and relaxed. I couldn’t recall why for a moment. My mind was blank for a few beats before I began to catalogue the feel of Kincaid beside me.
I was pressed against him, my head tucked into the curve of his shoulder. His arm was loosely curled around me, and I felt his palm resting on the side of my hip. I felt deliciously good. I loved the feel of him strong against my side.
Not wanting to break the moment, I took in a careful breath. I could see out the windows from where I was resting against him. The mountains were silhouetted by the shimmering sun just along the edges. Sunrise would be here soon. I loved spring in Alaska. It was beautiful. It felt like the world was bursting with life after the quiet, dark months of winter.
Although I didn’t want to disrupt this moment, my bladder had other opinions. I eased away from Kincaid, carefully rolling out of bed and tiptoeing into the bathroom. After I took care of business, I washed my hands and splashed water on my face. I’d been cursed with being one of those people who really never fell back asleep once I woke. Much as I wanted to return to bed and feel sleepy again, I knew I was likely awake for the day now.
I studied myself in the mirror for a moment. My cheeks were still pink with the flush of sleep, and my hair was a mess of tangled locks.
Just as I was contemplating hopping in the shower, I heard Kincaid’s voice. “Tori?”
I opened the door, and it felt like my body came awake instantly, every cell coming alive like the rise of a flock of birds shifting suddenly from the ground into motion with a cacophony of calls. Kincaid’s hair was mussed, and he had a shadow of stubble on his jaw. He stood there in his boxers, his muscled arms relaxed at his sides.
“Hi,” I said, instantly flushing.
Because what a silly thing to say, as though I was greeting him. As though what had passed between us last night had never happened.
“Good morning,” he returned with a smile teasing the corners of his mouth.
With my body humming, I held his gaze as heat suffused me. My belly felt all tingly, and my heart felt flipped over in my chest. When my eyes dipped down, they landed on the lengthening swell of his arousal.
Without thinking—something that I was discovering happened with Kincaid often—I reached for his hand. “Let’s shower,” I murmured.
Moments later, the hot water was cascading around us, and Kincaid’s hands were smoothing over my sides. I spun around, giggling a little. “Good morning,” I belatedly offered.
His low chuckle spun into the sensations ricocheting through me. “It is a good morning,” he replied.
I traced my fingertip along the stubbled edge of his jaw before dipping my head to press kisses along his collarbone. I was gratified at the sound of his breath sucking in through his teeth.
