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My head cocks to the side. “A hawk? What does that have to do with anything?”
“Because that’s how I caught that fish. I stole it. From a hawk.”
I stare blankly back at him as I envision how that might have played out, then burst into laughter from the visual. I doubt he actually wrestled the fish out of the hawk’s mouth, but that’s the scene in my head, and it’s hilarious.
“Oh my God. You did not, you cheater,” I say with a laughing grin.
His lips widen in a devious smile. “I won that bet fair and square. We never stipulated how I had to catch the fish.”
I can’t be mad. It’s flattering to know he was willing to do whatever it took to win. Whatever it took to be with me.
“Touché.” I raise my water cup in salute. “I’ll be more specific next time.”
Those last two words hang in the air around us. Next time.
We haven’t been intimate since the blow job. I told him I needed time, and he’s been incredibly patient. I haven’t felt the slightest pressure from him to go beyond my comfort zone. That doesn’t mean the intense chemistry between us died. It’s still every bit as intoxicating. And each day that passes chips away at my resolve to keep things platonic while I sort my feelings. The mention of next time has my brain replaying the thrill of that day he won the bet, bringing a flush to my cheeks.
If Renzo’s now hooded eyes are any indication, I’d say he’s doing the same.
The pull is too strong—it drowns out everything else and coaxes me to my feet. I straddle Renzo’s legs and sit on his lap, my chest straining forward instinctively for his touch.
“This isn’t me making a decision.” I drape my arms over his shoulders and roll my hips.
His hands squeeze my thighs and pull me against his thickening cock. “Oh, no? What is it, then?”
“Important research. What if the last time you made me come was a fluke?”
“Twice,” he corrects in a slow, sultry tone. “I made you come twice, but I agree. You should do your due diligence.”
“Exactly. I’m glad you understand.”
He stands, holding me in his arms with my legs clasped around his middle, and transfers us to the bed.
His body feels so incredible over mine. The weight of him. The controlled flex of mature muscle, hinting at the power within. He could easily fit in here as a hardened lumberjack with his new beard and scraggly hair as well as he could back home in a finely tailored suit running the city. I love how either suits him equally well. With his commanding air of confidence, I can’t imagine him being out of place anywhere.
He works his way down my body, kissing and nipping until I’m writhing with anticipation. When his tongue first touches my slit, all my inner muscles clench hungrily. I want more. I want him inside me.
I can tell myself all day long that I’m simply horny, but I know it’s so much more than that. It’s Renzo. He stirs up this maddening need inside me. It doesn’t matter how many times I get off; I’ll always want more of him.
Renzo gives me a spectacular orgasm that leaves my head spinning. I feel so incredible that my inner voice forgets her warnings and starts spouting reasons not to give up hope that we can make this work. I let myself float on a river of optimism and dopamine. After all I’ve been through, I deserve the moment of happiness.
My blissed-out state amuses Renzo, who kisses my belly button with a chuckle and stands.
“Where are you going? It’s your turn,” I say lazily.
He leans back down, scooping the back of my neck in his rough palm. “The next time I come, it’ll be inside you. Until then, I’ll wait.” He seals his proclamation with a kiss, which is good because I have no idea what to say in return.
“I’m going to replenish the firewood pile. Holler if you need anything.” His husky words wrap me in a blanket of warmth that stays with me even after he heads outside. I’m so comfortable and content that I wrap up in the quilt and drift to sleep, wrenched awake sometime later by a horrifying roar.
The bear. He’s back.
CHAPTER 31
RENZO
I hear his huffing breaths before I see him. The bear is somewhere behind me, though I’m not sure how far. I’m also not sure he’s seen me.
We’ve had to move farther away from the cabin in our search for wood to avoid having to chop down an entire full-grown tree. We have an ax, but it’s small, and chopping anything stout would be a huge effort. I chose to wander in a new direction today and came across a fallen tree that wasn’t too rotted out and had decent-sized branches I could chop. Once I had a small pile, I took what I could carry back to the cabin and was dropping off a second load when I stopped to pee.