Page 123 of The Lumberjack and the City Slicker

And it’s not just her sex. It’s her entire body squeezing around mine.

“So fucking good,” I groan.

Then, when she shatters beneath me, it takes everything I have not to follow immediately.

The way she clings to me, the way she laughs and cries at the same time—it wrecks me.

I move slower then.

Deeper.

Letting it stretch out.

Letting it mean something.

“I want another, Baby. Gimme one more.”

She shakes her head. Such beautiful defiance.

“I can’t.”

“You can. I know you can,” I growl and swivel, keeping my thrusts shallow as I grind into her.

I don’t stop until I feel her lose control all over again.

“Oh God, Greyson!” Clara shouts my name, and I swear, I feel the victory of it to my marrow.

And when I finally let go, it’s not just release—it’s total and complete surrender.

Nothing’s ever felt like this.

So right. So perfect.

Like we’re completely in sync.

And I don’t know what to do with that, so I just hold on to the moment. To the feeling. And I hope it doesn’t drown me.

Afterwards, I don’t roll away.

I stay.

I gather her against my chest, her yellow lace tangled between us, her breath warm against my skin.

Outside, the mountain is quiet.

No thunder.

No warnings.

Just wind in the trees.

Clara traces idle circles over my ribs.

“Tonight seems different,” she murmurs.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”