His thumb finds my clit. “Ride me.”
Slow rolls first, then deeper, his hands helping me lift and fall, the soft lamplight sliding over all that inked muscle beneath me. He says my name and the second orgasm starts to come faster, his thumb circling, until I shatter on top of him, grinding down hard as stars explode behind my eyelids.
I'm still pulsing around him when he moves. One arm bands around my waist and I'm on my back beneath him with my knee hooked over his elbow, and he thrusts into me deep.
“Held back as long as I could,” he growls.
“Never hold back. Not with me.”
He doesn't. He takes me in long deep strokes that build into something fierce. The headboard knocks against the wall in a steady rhythm. I rake my nails down his back and he groans, picks up the pace, hits an angle that has me sobbing his name. The third orgasm rolls over me without warning, wave after wave, my pussy pulsing around his cock.
That finishes him. He buries himself to the hilt and comes with a desperate growl, his face pressed to my neck, his enormous frame shuddering over me.
He rolls onto his back, taking me with him, one big hand stroking up and down my spine like he's making sure I'm real. Outside, an owl calls somewhere on the dark mountain.
“Stay,” he says into my hair.
“Tonight?”
“Start with tonight and see how you feel.”
I smile against his chest, completely content.
Chapter Eight
HAWK
My body wakes at four like it always does, ready to spring out of bed. But for the first time in years, I tell it to rest.
The sky in the window is still charcoal. And there's a redhead asleep on my chest with her hand curled over my heart like she's holding it down so it can't get away.
I live alone on a mountain on purpose. I get one mug out at a time and sleep in a huge bed I've never once thought of as half empty. Now there's a dress over my chair and small high-heeled shoes by my door. The king bed feels like it was waiting for her all along, and I never noticed.
I should let her sleep. Watching the window go from charcoal to gray, my head is full of thoughts I’ve got no business having after only one night. If she’d let me build her a closet for her stuff in this bedroom. Install a bigger oven so we both can bake. And how a man asks a woman to move up a mountain without scaring her senseless.
Taryn stirs against me somewhere past dawn. She makes a small sound, burrows in closer, and her thigh slides over mine. My cock goes from interested to rock hard and aching in about a second flat. I keep still. This whirlwind of a girl cooked for mostof the town and danced half the night away. She's earned her sleep.
Taryn tips her head back and looks at me with one eye open. “You're awake.”
“Usually am, this hour.”
She stretches against me, slow and deliberate, and there's nothing sleepy about the look she gives me when she's done. “I’m not working today.”
“I know.”
“So we're not in any hurry?” She rolls over, putting her back to my chest, and reaches behind her to guide my arm around her waist. Then she presses that soft round ass against me, right where I'm hardest, and sighs like she's settling in for more sleep.
“Sunshine.” My voice is gruff.
“Mm-hmm?”
“You're playing with fire.”
“I'm so cold,” she says, innocent as you please. “You run hot. I'm just being practical.”
I slide my hand down her belly and between her thighs. She's already wet, and the small sound she makes when my fingers reach her goes straight through me.
“Practical,” I whisper against her ear.
