I’m listening to the strong strum of his heartbeat when he steps back to clasp my hand in his, lazily leading us down the hallway and into his room. The bed is still unmade from earlier this morning and we shed our boots and layers in eager silence before climbing up onto the piles of pillows. He untwists the feather duvet and spreads it out neatly over us. As he lies back on the bed, his long hair spreads against the cotton. I stretch out beside him on my side, watching him stare up at the ceiling.
“Have you ever seen a moose on your property before?”
He blinks and turns his head to look my way. “No, never that close to the house.”
“God, that thing was immense. I have a new respect for them.”
“Damn straight. Gonna start keeping a loaded rifle in the truck from now on. You’re not afraid to be here now? Tell me the truth.”
He’s watching me closely as I answer, “Not really, no. He probably thought you had food on you or maybe he smelled the garbage. That same scenario could have happened on any continent on this planet with other predators. There have been mountain lion attacks on joggers in California and the grizzly bears can be a menacing when they’re not in hibernation, so when do you draw the line between living your life or hiding away in fear? Besides, it was pretty clear he meant no harm.”
“Good point, angel. I’d just hate for you to feel uneasy here for any reason. The noise from the plow likely drew his attention our way. He was curious and unfortunately you just happened to be alone and vulnerable when he closed in.”
I snuggle closer, savoring his radiant warmth. I lift my head and tell him slowly, “I think you’ve got one thing wrong though, Roark.”
He lifts his head a few inches and asks curiously, “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
I rise up onto my knees and lean over his bare chest. I cup his face with my palms and stare into his striking eyes. “You keep calling me ‘angel,’ when in fact it’s you who are the angel.”
His eyes flare with a fierce emotion. I lean closer, my hair forming a curtain around us. Our lips meet and I pour my gratitude into a passionate, unhurried kiss.
* * *
Her small wet tongue is lapping feverishly against mine. I grip her hips tightly, pulling her across and onto me, unable to fight the urge any longer. I’ve never been affected like this before, but everything about this girl has a way of magnifying my lust.
I’ve got to be inside her … fuck, simply to have her once again, to mark her as mine.
She’s making the sexiest little panting sounds as I work my way slowly and methodically down the pale column of her neck, realizing that this captivating girl has just become my ultimate addiction, and I’m about to show her pleasure she never knew existed.
My hands glide down and up along her smooth body, stopping at the base of her breasts.
So perfect and just waiting to be thoroughly sucked and coated with my saliva.
My voice is harsh as I command, “Need to taste you. Lean down closer to me.”
She makes a needy sound and drops forward, lowering her shoulders until her breasts are right in my face.
“So damn beautiful.” I wrap my palms around the outside of each one and get busy lapping and nipping at those irresistible, hard, pink nipples, on a mission to make her positively insane with lust before I take her.
“Roark!”
The breathless plea is followed up with a slow hip grind on my bare stomach. I tear my mouth away and let out a deep growl the instant I feel her wetness spreading across my flesh.
“Holy fuck, Sabine, you’re so damn sexy without even trying, baby.”
Her hands are running restlessly through my hair as she purrs out her reply, “Then give it to me …. The ache is driving me crazy.”
“Not yet. Be good and you’ll get it from me, baby. First I want you to flip around and work my cock with those beautiful lips of yours. Been dreaming about you doing that while I eat your sweet pussy. Don’t be shy … not with me.”
I can tell that she’s turned on by my rough words because her eyes widen at the same time that sweet little tongue snakes out to run along her bottom lip. Oh fuck yes, the same little tongue that is about to trace sexy little outlines along my rock-hard dick.
Her face is flushed and I watch as she maneuvers herself completely around. I stare across at her damp pussy, only inches away, and hiss out, “Christ, you are absolutely stunning, you know that?”
She gives a little moan and I feel her tiny hand wrap around the base of my cock. My hips buck up from the mattress, so hungry for her, as she covers the tip with her slick mouth. My inner animal roars to life and I instinctively bind my arms across her hips and back and yank her down onto my face. I let myself go, devouring her like a total savage. Our mingled groans of desperation are filling the room and she’s putting everything she’s got into working me. I have to squeeze my eyes shut and focus to keep from giving into what my body is craving …. Nope, not just yet.
She’s grinding her hips down onto my face like she can’t live without my lips and tongue, her enthusiasm making my blood surge through my veins. It takes a huge effort to tear my mouth away from her sweetness. Focused on drawing this session out as long as possible, I grate out, “Ride me. Show me what you’re made of, Sabine.”
She obeys, releasing me, and I nearly moan, already missing the insane pleasure. I watch the show as she shifts forward on her knees, her legs straddling me, flowing hair tickling my upper thighs and knees as she positions the center of her pussy right on the crown of my straining cock. I have to bite the inside of my cheek and clench my fists into tight balls to stop myself from grabbing her hips and slamming her straight down onto me. The urge is nearly overwhelming when she carefully begins to lower herself down, inch by magnificent inch, until finally there is no separation between us. Her deep feminine sigh of satisfaction is met with my low groan of raw desire. I watch in fascination as she slides her arms forward, which gives her a lower angle. She begins to work herself on me in an even, steady rhythm that is making my mind fucking spin in carnal hunger.
I praise her, “That’s it, baby, ride that cock exactly how you need it. You’re so unbelievably beautiful like this. Wish you could see yourself. So damn stunning.”
Her reply is strained and needy, “So good, God, you feel so unreal this way, Roark. This angle, it’s so deep.”
I grind out harshly, “Faster, Fuck me like you mean it, Sabine ….”
Her once smooth rhythm breaks as her hips begin to smack hard and fast. She’s bucking against me with everything she’s got. Suddenly she stills, clenching so tight around me, screaming out, “Yes! Oh, oh my God!”
I growl at the intensity of her orgasm that instantly snaps my restraint. Reaching out, I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks, forcing her to keep riding me. My over-stimulated body has reached its limit, exploding into an orgasm so powerful that I lose touch with anything other than the insane pleasure that’s stream-rolling through me with the force of a freight train. My own strangled shouts of pleasure are still echoing in my ears as she collapses, nearly falling off the side of the bed, completely drained from our sweaty, frenzied sex.
She’s sprawled out as I get it together, untangling myself to crawl down beside her. I move her hair out of the way and marvel at her blissed-out state—eyes half-lidded, face pink from the exertion, lips swollen and slightly parted. I can’t hold back my feelings any longer, and with one arm draped across her slick back, I whisper, “I’m really into you, Sabine.”
She watches my lips as I continue, “I know it hasn’t been long, but I need you to know how strong my feelings are for you. Nothing like this has happened to me since losing Hannah. Sure, what we just did was unbelievable, but it runs a lot deeper than the physical, Sabine. It’s you, the way you communicate, the way you think and move. Jesus, this is so difficult for me to put these emotions into words, but I’m absolutely fascinated by everything about you. Before you leave here, leave me, I need you to know the depths of my feelings, what’s rapidly building between us, because I know if I didn’t speak up, I would spend the rest of my life regretting it, baby.”
Her lips quiver as she reaches out to trace her fingers along my beard, “Roark, I have—”
I grasp her hand and cut her off, “Stop. I don’t expect a reply.”
She stills, and staring deep into my eyes, begins again, “No, you need to hear me. I was trying to say that I have the same feelings for you, deeper and stronger than I ever thought possible. And the more we’re around each other, the more intense they become.”
A thick moment passes in silence before I confess, “I don’t want you to leave.”
Her eyes fill with sorrow. She leans in close to give me a kiss, pulling away to say quietly, “I know, believe me, I know, but it’s inevitable. I have to go. My family needs me right now. Our timing is so incredibly messed up, Roark.”
I feel like my heart is so swollen that it’s choking me as I struggle to reply, “Yeah, baby, you got that right.”