“Me first.” He didn’t give her a chance to react, just wrapped his arm around her and rolled again, landing on top of her. His mouth met hers, his hips pumping in time with his tongue. Her nails scratched at his back, her heels hooking around his legs, pulling him close, giving them both leverage.
She broke the kiss to cry out, and he took the opportunity to nuzzle her neck, find the sweet spot, and bite down.
Her scream was long, as was the orgasm that squeezed around him so tightly, it took everything he had not to let go. He wanted more.
He licked the bite mark, pulled her earlobe between his teeth, giving it a little nip. Her lax legs twitched. He nibbled along her jaw, teased her lips until she gave him her tongue. Then he began to move again. Her legs wrapped around him once more, his thrusts slow and easy until she began to moan again. He resumed his earlier pace, snuck a hand down to rub her clit with his thumb, slow, deliberate circles that had a tiny little whine escaping her throat.
Pulling free of the kiss, he arched his back, changing his angle slightly. Her whole body went rigid, and she called out his name. He buried his face in her neck and came as hard as he could ever remember coming.
He rolled to the side enough not to crush her and collapsed onto the bed. She snuggled in next to him, and he managed the energy to sift her hair through his fingers, enjoying the way the soft strands fell back into place while their breathing evened out.
“That was worth the wait, I suppose,” she said, the tease in her voice making him smile.
“Yeah, I’d say so. Even better knowing we have about a billion more chances to perfect it.”
She snorted. “If that’s not perfect, I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive perfect.”
“You are perfect.”
“Heh, wait until you see me spend an hour setting up the perfect shot for some food or freaking out because I can’t find the exact shade of purple that I need for something.”
“Stop being cute, you’re just turning me on again.”
“And that’s a problem, because…?” She moved over him, resting her arms on his chest and her chin on her arms.
“Oh, right, totally not a problem.”
She smiled. “This is kind of amazing.”
He smoothed a piece of hair and hooked it behind her ear. “Totally amazing. I mean, you know what it’s going to be like, in theory. You see it in others. But holy shit.”
“Exactly.” She sighed, seeming content. “Thanks, by the way. For setting up this cabin. It’s really sweet.”
“My pleasure. It was fun exploring online to see what’s around here that we can check out, assuming the pack stays.”
“You want to move here?” she asked. “Because I’m willing to move to Idaho if you want to stay there.”
“You would do that? After working so hard to get things set up here?” Deeply touched, he watched her intently, saw nothing but acceptance.
“Absolutely. If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. I needed a change, and moving to Alicante was what worked for me at the time. And it brought us together. I would love to stay and be a part of this pack, but it’s not something that I would put above your happiness.”
He lifted his head to kiss her, deep and hard. When he finally pulled free, her eyes shone brightly.
“I want to stay here,” he said. “I like Myra and Adam. I like the idea of being on the ground floor of a new pack. How often does that chance come up?”
“Hardly ever.”
“Hardly ever. So we’re agreed?”
“Absolutely. Shall we go watch the sunset from the porch?”
“Perfect.”
She grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom, and he pulled on his jeans and picked up the soft blanket that had fallen off the end of the bed. He went into the main room of the cabin and found a bottle of wine, an opener and two glasses on the kitchen counter, as he’d requested. Making short work of the cork, he had two glasses poured by the time Cindy wandered out.
She’d switched from her jeans to tight leggings and a longer sweater. The neck was wide enough that he could see the red mark on her shoulder. Deep satisfaction washed through him. She was beautiful—and she was his. He couldn’t wait to get to know her better.
She accepted the glass he offered and led the way to the porch. A small glider with a cushion was perfectly positioned to watch the sunset. He handed his glass to her and spread the blanket behind their shoulders, curling it and his arm around her so they were close. She returned his drink to him and he propped his feet up on the railing, feeling a contentment that he’d never even realized he was missing.
