Page 41 of Mountain Shadow

He lined up his cock to her entrance and shifted his hips, penetrating her slowly. Her body welcomed him eagerly, as if aware of the pleasure he could give her.

Shower sex was something she had only ever heard about from friends, and she’d heard more horror stories than anything else. But shower sex with Jens was slow and intense—and hot.

“Need more,” she gasped.

“Be patient. If I give you any more, I’ll come.”

She whimpered with need. There was no being patient with his cock inside her. She wanted to come, and she wanted to bring him with her.

More than that, she needed to feel his iron-clad control shatter, just like he was shattering hers.

Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck and shoulders and her mouth sought his. She initiated the attack, her tongue mimicking the motions of their lower body, and he responded boldly.

“You drive me mad,” he whispered against her mouth. They stared into each other’s eyes as the tempo of his thrusts increased to something fundamental and primitive. Nobody had touched her like this before, nobody had made her body, her heart and her mind sign like this.

“I’m going to come inside you, Sarah,” he groaned, his forehead leaning on hers.

Yes! Yes!

They went over the edge together. Later, when they were both breathing again, Jens turned off the water and wrapped her in a large bath towel.

“So … ready for that curry now?” he asked.

13

Sarah

“C’est votre petite amie?” Madame Chablis asked, smiling widely, like she’d been waiting for this moment her whole life.

Jens’s neighbor was a thin, wrinkled old lady who moved with the vivacity of a teenager.

Sarah didn’t speak much French, but enough to know petite amie meant girlfriend.

She held her breath to see how Jens would respond to the label.

Jens winked at her, pulled her in close and said, “J’ai de la chance, n’est-ce pas?”

Sarah only understood the word luck, but there was no mistaking the non-verbal queues.

She felt a frisson of excitement, then chided herself. She knew Jens cared about her, and she cared about him as well. And the sex was amazing. The previous night, after having sex in the shower, they’d had sex again in bed. With him, she felt insatiable, in a way she’d never experienced before with any of her partners. But to bring in boyfriend-girlfriend feelings, that would only complicate things between them. It was better to take things as they came, and enjoy the sex in the meantime.

As she opened the bags Jens had brought her, Madame Chablis chattered on and on excitedly over a fruit Sarah wasn’t able to identify.

“It’s a cherimoya,” Jens said. He lowered his voice. “One day I’m going to surprise her with a fruit she’s never tried before.”

Sarah laughed.

Jens said something else, which Sarah didn’t understand but interpreted as a call me if you need anything, and they said their goodbyes. Sarah got a vise-like hug and a pinched cheek from the old lady.

“She seems nice,” Sarah said, once they were back on the road. “And you’re doing something kind as well. I think she cares more about the visit than about the food you bring.”

Jens waved his hand as if to shrug off the praise. “I’m just doing what I hope somebody would do for my parents … if they didn’t have their children near them.”

“Where should we go now? I don’t feel like going back home yet.”

Jens took her hand in his. Sarah stopped to look at the space where their hands met. It felt warm and somehow right.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his deep voice almost hesitant.