I buried my face in her neck wondering how life had become so damn perfect.
We lay there afterward, tangled together, both of us completely wrecked.
“So,” she said eventually. “That happened.”
“That definitely happened.”
“And it was better than the pink thing.”
I gave a low growl pulling her tight against me. “I would certainly hope so. I do everything it does, but better.”
“Confident.”
“Proven fact now.”
She snuggled into my side, and I pulled the blanket over us.
This wasn’t the plan. This wasn’t what we’d agreed to.
But lying there with her, feeling her breathe against my chest, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
We’d figure out the rest later.
Right now, this was enough.
More than enough.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Maddie
For the first time since I’d been on the mountain, I woke up warm.
The temperature hadn’t risen and I didn’t have another quilt.
Nope. This was all about being snuggled with a my own, incredibly hot, mountain man bed warmer.
Thorne’s arm was draped across my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath tickling my neck. We were tangled together in my bed—correction, our bed now apparently—like we’d been doing this for years instead of one incredible, mind-blowing night.
I smiled into the pillow.
My husband could deliver. Boy, could he deliver.
Multiple times.
With no batteries needed.
I giggled.
“I hate to ask what you find amusing this early in the morning,” Thorne mumbled against my shoulder.
“Early in the morning? You should have been up and about hours ago, mountain man.”
He bit the side of my neck and wetness flooded between my thighs. “If you recall, I was up and about. Just not out of bed yet.”
“Mmm, I do seem to recall something like that happening.” I pushed my hips back again him. He was hard again and I shivered. “The question is, can you make it happen again?”
I squeaked as he flipped me over, settling between my legs. “How many times do you want it, baby?” I felt him nudging at my entrance and pulled my legs up, holding them on either side of his waist.
