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I press my lips to hers, but it’s just a barely there touch. Nothing more, nothing less.

Without losing that connection, I start to move. I swallow her moans of pleasure just like she swallows my grunts of need. My strokes are smooth and deep, her legs hiked up around my waist as she tilts her hips. My length slides along her walls and the way our pleasure builds becomes static around us.

It grows with every movement. It’s right there, our pleasure close enough to touch and consume us. I start to move faster, each press forward having more power behind it.

The way her heels dig into my ass only spurs me on.

And who I am to deny what my woman clearly needs and wants?

“Oh fuck,” she gasps as I start to pound into her.

“Need you to come,” I pant against her lips. “I’m so fucking close, but there’s no way you’re not going to come on my dick first,” there’s a warning in my words along with a plea for her to put me out of my fucking misery.

She shakes her head from side to side, her back arching as she writhes underneath me. So fucking sexy.

“Yes,” she hisses as I slam my hips forward and rotate.

Her nails dig into my skin as her body freezes and then shakes with the force of her release. The walls of her pussy milk my cock, begging for my cum with every wave of pleasure that flows through her body.

I growl, fucking into her for a few more strokes before my balls draw up and I fill her to the hilt and come. Every pulse ofmy cock inside of her takes my fucking breath away. My heart is pounding in my chest as her limbs tighten around me.

I almost can’t breathe, but I don’t give a fuck.

We float along the breeze of our combined pleasure.

And the entire time, we stare into each other’s eyes.

I might not know how it’ll work out, but at this moment, it’s enough.

For now.

CHAPTER 13

KIMBALL

The scent of coffee teases my senses as I blink my eyes open. My eyebrows pull together because I don’t understand why or how I’m smelling coffee. I always say I’m going to program my coffee maker, but I never do.

I stretch, my body feeling deliciously sore and making me freeze.

Everything that happened last night comes rushing back to me. Nathan showing up at my door and bringing me food and some flowers. Eating and laughing with him in a way that made me feel like we’ve known each other our whole lives instead of only a matter of days—one of which wasn’t a good interaction at all. Him carrying me to the couch and settling in to watch a movie with me.

We didn’t make it through the movie.

I wanted him, and he wanted me just as much. The way he made me feel and the pleasure he gave me was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It was like he knew exactly what to do and how I needed him to touch me to make me feel the most pleasure.

My cheeks heat up and I press my hands there as I fight backthe urge to let out a girlie squeal. When I roll over and press my face against the pillow he used last night, I get a hint of his spicy scent there. It makes me relax on the bed as I take a few deep breaths.

I could get used to waking up to coffee in the air and the lingering scent of Nathan in my bed. The thought has me freezing and a feeling of loss and sadness creep in because this isn’t his home. He’s just visiting.

I’ve never been one to get involved with the tourists and visitors to Sweetwater Valley because having a fling just isn’t the kind of person I am. I’ve never judged those who can do it, but I know where my boundaries are.

I hate saying goodbye. There are already too many goodbyes in my life with all the animals we take in at the rescue and then find homes for. I don’t think I could handle having those same kind of goodbyes in my life when it comes to people.

I’ve never even really been tempted by any of the people coming and going through Sweetwater Valley before. Nathan is different. It was almost like I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

I’m not sure if that pisses me off or makes me sad. Maybe a little bit of both.

There’s no way I could ever ask him to stay. Not after he talked about his life in the city and the amount of time and effort that he’s put into working towards his dreams there. I would feel guilty for even suggesting that he give any of it up.