“That was...”
“Yeah,” I say, rough.
She gives me a shaky little laugh, and it about ruins me.
I strip the rest of my clothes off fast then, because I’ve done enough pretending I’ve got this under control. When I settle over her again, she reaches for me with both hands, still flushed, still trembling a little, still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“You sure?” I ask.
She nods.
“Use your words.”
“Yes.” Her voice is soft but certain. “I’m sure.”
I kiss her slow and deep, then press my cock into her carefully, giving her time, giving her every chance to stop me if she needs to. Her pussy is tight and warm enough to make my vision blur for a second, but she’s also relaxed from what I gave her, open in a way that makes this easier on both of us.
I keep my forehead against hers and hold still once I’m fully inside her.
“You okay?”
She takes a breath. Then another. “Yes.”
“Tell me if that changes.”
“I will.”
Only when her body softens under mine, only when her hands slide over my shoulders and her hips tip up just a little, do I move.
Slow. Careful. Steady.
She clings to me and takes me so sweetly it damn near breaks something open in my chest. By the time pleasure starts chasing the last of the sting from her face, she’s gasping for me, opening for me, meeting me with little helpless motions that hit me like fire.
“There you go,” I mutter against her throat. “That’s my girl.”
The words come out before I think.
She moans like she likes them.
That’s all it takes.
I drive her higher with every stroke, hand slipping between us until her whole body starts trembling. She comes apart with my name on her lips, soft and shocked and beautiful, and the feel of her breaking around me drags me right over after her.
For a long second, all I can do is hold her.
Storm at the windows. Wind in the trees. Lexie warm and naked and breathing under me like she belongs there.
Like she belongs with me.
When I finally roll to the side, I pull her with me, tucking her against my chest. She curls into me without hesitation, one hand spread over my heart like she’s making sure it’s still there.
It isn’t.
Not really.
She took it the second she opened that cabin door.
“So, this storm might be kind of my favorite one ever,” she says softly.
