My knees shake. His thumb presses against my ass, and the new pressure makes me cry out louder than I should.
“Damn,” I groan.
The combination of his cock filling me and having his thumb pressed against my tight hole is too much. Then he gives me a little more. I clench around him so hard that he groans.
“Look at you,” he says, and his voice is wrecked. “Taking my cock like a good girl.”
The orgasm rips through me, and I bury my face into the mattress. My body seizes up and shakes while he keeps going, fucking me through it without slowing down. The overstimulation takes hold, but I don’t tell him to stop. I want everything he’ll give me.
He leans over my back, and his mouth finds my shoulder. He bites down, not gentle, and the pain mixes with the aftershocks still pulsing through me. His thrusts get shorter, and his breathing grows ragged against my skin. He groans as he comes, buried so deep that I can feel him pulse inside me.
We collapse, and he holds me from behind. When I’m with him like this, I’m safe.
“I think I need a sheet change,” he whispers in my ear. “You squirted all over my cock, sweetheart.”
I roll over and see the wet spot. “It’s never felt like that before. It was … intense.”
A grin slides across his face. “I’m so happy we get to experience some firsts together.”
“I’m going to feel you all day,” I whisper.
“Good.” He pulls me against him.
We lie there, catching our breath while the morning light fills the room.
“I should go.”
He tightens his arm around me instead of answering, pressing kisses across my face and neck.
I laugh, wiggling away from him. “You’re precious. I’ll see you tonight.”
I don’t think I’ve ever woken up feeling this happy.
His thumb moves against my cheek, and he opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but doesn’t. “Have a great day.”
“You too.” I slide out of bed and get dressed.
Every person who checks out is different than when they checked in.
I never thought my life would look like this—with a man who reads romance novels, stays at my family’s B&B, and fucks me like I’m the only woman who’s ever mattered in his life.
And in a little over a month, he’ll be gone, and I’ll be here, trying to forget he ever existed. I know that, and I’m still stubbornly choosing him.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing at all,” I tell him with a smile.
He doesn’t buy it, but doesn’t push. At the door, I look back at him. He’s propped on his elbow with the sheets low on his waist.
“I’ll see you at breakfast,” I tell him and blow a kiss.
“I’ll be the one staring,” he says, catching it.
I take the stairs to my room and close the door. I was stupid to think I could do this.
chapter seventeen
Carter
