Page 46 of Mountain Defender

Balls-fucking-deep.

His head swirled with sensation. He hadn’t been lying to her when he said he’d wanted this for hours. And now that he knew her tight, clenching heat, he wasn’t stopping until he got his fill.

Rocking his hips, he withdrew before thrusting into her pussy again. When he banded his arm around her waist and yanked her upward to meet him, her body moved in the unspoken rhythm they both needed.

He pulled her into every thrust. Her pussy contracted around his cock, milking him. Cum boiled in his balls, his orgasm surging up far too quick.

He was either going to disgrace himself like a teen boy right now or he would stick the landing. And Tripp never failed.

Oh goddamn, her ass cradled his body so…damn…perfectly.

He groaned to stave off his release. With a swift move, he pulled out, flipped her over and shoved inside her again.

She wrapped her thighs high on his hips, but that wasn’t enough. He needed to be deeper.

Guiding her calf upward, he hooked it on his shoulder, laying her wide open for the perfect position to hammer her.

Their gazes locked. “You good?”

Her eyelids slammed shut, concealing those beautiful green eyes from view as she bucked into him.

Taking that as confirmation, he churned his hips, hit a sweet spot and just about lost his mind at the feel of so much searing wetness. A growl passed his lips as he fucked her hard and fast in smooth plunges.

She trapped her bottom lip in her teeth, but fuck that—her lip was his to nibble.

He kissed her, and she let out a muted cry, returning the caress as they more than sped toward the finish line—they fucking launched to it.

She started to come first, her pussy contracting in soft pulls at the start. When her inner walls clamped on his length, he lost his ability to stop himself from coming. Hell—probably his sanity too.

Every spurt he filled her with should have been showering her bare walls.

Goddamn, where did that thought come from?

“Fuck!” With a final grunt, he thrust deeper and settled there, unmoving. Maybe dead.

He roused to her breaths washing over his neck. “Still hate me, princess?”

“Yup.”

He rumbled a laugh and rolled off her. After a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, he returned to find her on her side, eyes closed.

For a heartbeat, he stared down at her, the urge to return to the bed they were sharing strong enough to make him give into it.

He slid in next to her so their bodies were still touching, but it wasn’t close enough for him. Easing his arm under her, he dragged her across the mattress until she was plastered up against his side and the silky strands of her hair fell over his chest.

Neither of them moved for long minutes. Her scent swept him away—away from the state of uproar his life had been since the day he learned about Kelsey.

“I think you should know that I don’t just fall into bed with people I work with.” Her words jogged him out of his darker path of thoughts.

He twisted his head to give her a pointed stare. “Neither do I.”

Her eyes glimmered with amusement and she couldn’t hold back the laughter that bubbled from her. “I never thought you did, Bryson.”

He studied her. “Let me ask you something.”

“Oh no.”

“Why cold cases?”