I didn’t.
I kept my rhythm steady, touch sure, watching her face as pleasure built again.
“Yes,” she said, voice breaking. “Harder, Flint. Please.”
I gave her more, and she clutched at my shoulders. “Flint. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
When she came the second time, she pulled me down against her and shook through it with her face pressed to my shoulder.
I followed her over.
Pleasure hit hard enough to empty my lungs. I stayed deep in her, one hand spread under her back as if I could keep us bothsteady through it. I buried my face against her neck and held still until the last pulse faded and the creek came back into hearing.
Sunny stroked my back, slow and uneven.
For a minute, neither of us said anything.
Then she murmured, “I’m giving that a very strong review.”
A laugh broke out of me, low and helpless. “Is that right?”
“Five stars. Very safe fire ring. Excellent marshmallow handling. Creek was aggressively cold.”
I kissed the side of her neck. “I’ll note that for management.”
“Management should know the blanket tried to flee.”
“Blanket wasn’t prepared for you.”
“Few are.”
I lifted my head. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven, and one eyebrow still had enough attitude to keep me honest.
I eased out of her and reached for the towel. “Stay put.”
“I can move.”
“I know.”
Her gaze warmed at that. “Okay.”
I cleaned us up with the towel, then took her hand and helped her sit. The night had cooled fast around the creek. I wrapped the blanket around her shoulders before she could pretend she wasn’t shivering.
“Cold?” I asked.
“My pride says no.”
“And the rest of you?”
“Would like to lodge a complaint with the tiny snow demons.”
I pulled on my jeans, then handed her my shirt.
She looked at it, then at me. “You’re giving me your shirt.”
“You’re cold.”
“You’re very bossy after sex.”
