Page 60 of The Hero She Loves

“Good morning,” she murmured.

“Usually, I don’t care about anything when I wake up. I don’t care about what day it is or what I’m going to do. I just wake up and get going.” His voice was low and still raspy with sleep. “But waking up beside you changes everything.”

His words made her chest hitch. He bit her neck, hitting a sensitive spot. With a gasp, she arched into him. He plucked at her nipple, taking his time to tease her. Her hand twisted inthe sleeping bag covering them. Then his hand moved down her body, stroking her skin.

“Park…”

“I love the way you say my name.” He bit her neck again, catching the tendon between his teeth.

Then his hand slid into her shorts, between her thighs, and stroked. She moved restlessly, desire coiling in her belly. With a growl, he shoved her shorts down her legs.

The hot need inside her built so fast and so high. It was always like this with him. He just had to touch her and she went up in flames.

He hitched her leg up and over his thigh, then she felt his hard cock brush her buttock. Anticipation skittered through her.

Then, he thrust into her from behind.

Jenna moaned. She was so full. So connected to him.

“God,” he growled. “This is the best feeling ever, sliding inside of you.”

Did he know how much those words got to her? How they made her feel?

Then he started thrusting.

In that moment, she didn’t think about anything else. Couldn’t think. It was just the two of them and all she could do was feel.

His thumb found her clit and his fingers stroked where she was stretched around him. The speed of his thrusts picked up.

“Get there, Jenna.”

She moaned. She felt her orgasm getting closer. All the sensations swirling inside her, centered on where this man was thrusting inside her.

“I’m close,” she panted.

“Come for me. Now.”

“Yes!” Suddenly, her climax hit in a wild, potent rush. “Park.”

He gripped her hip hard, and plunged inside her again and again. On his final thrust, he filled her deeply and groaned through his own release. His fingers bit into her skin.

They both lay there, panting hard as they fought to catch their breath.

“There are some perks to camping,” she said.

Park’s low laugh was music to her ears. That was laugh number two.

“I need to clean up,” she murmured.

“I’ll make coffee and breakfast. We need to pack up and get back on the trail.”

She sat up. “You think he’s close? Camping somewhere nearby?”

“I hope so.”

Jenna hoped so too. She wanted Olson locked away where he couldn’t hurt anyone else.

Soon, she and Park had changed, eaten, and packed up their gear.