Page 19 of Tormented Mountain Man

There was no pain now. Only pleasure. Especially when he moved his thumb to my clit, stroking it as I rocked on top of him. He didn’t take his eyes off my breasts, admiring them as they bounced with every movement.

I flipped my hair over my shoulder and closed my eyes, my lips parting automatically. I knew I was painting a sexypicture, but only because, in my husband’s eyes, I was beautiful—even a few months after childbirth. He loved every curve and imperfection. And for that reason, I loved all of it too.

I knew the moment I heard his breathing intensify that he wouldn’t last long. But he was holding out. He’d want me to come first.

That was no problem. Once again, I looked over at the mirror and watched myself moving up and down on my sexy lumberjack. I couldn’t see him, but I could see my own chest—the way my breasts jiggled with each thrust.

The sight sent me tumbling over the edge. I let out a long sigh, sucking in a deep breath as the waves overtook me.

I felt his grip tighten on my hips, signaling that he was getting close too. As my walls clenched around him, he began moving faster, thrusting in and out, his pace picking up speed.

He wasn’t quite as successful at keeping quiet when he came. The sound he made was definitely suppressed—a brief grunt, just a shadow of what it would normally be if we didn’t have to worry about noise. I got my usual thrill out of knowing I brought that out in him. That almost animalistic inability to control his response.

When we were both fully sated, I collapsed onto him. I smiled as his arms wrapped around me.

“I’m going to guess one of the kids will start making noise in about ten minutes,” he said. “What’s your guess?”

I thought for a long moment, then said, “I’ll say sooner than that. In fact, three…two…one.”

Two more seconds passed before the sound of a baby’s cry reached us.

“No fair,” he said. “You have mom instinct.”

“You have dad instinct.”

“But mom instinct beats dad instinct every day.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that. I had, after all, been the one who carried our children for nine months.

“Just five more seconds,” I said.

It wasn’t easy staying here when my baby was crying. But having my husband’s arms around me made it well worth it. I counted out the five seconds, then forced myself to get up.

I was already looking forward to getting to my baby. Within seconds, I’d have her in my arms, and it would be well worth leaving this room. But that didn’t make it any easier to go.

I grabbed my robe and turned to face him. “How about some pancakes?”

“That sounds good to me,” he said, hopping out of bed. “I’ll get the griddle warmed up.”

He grabbed his underwear. He never slept in them, but that would probably have to change now that the kids sometimes wandered into our room at night.

I put my hand on the doorknob and turned back for one last look. That was my husband. The love of my life. And I couldn’t believe I’d ever left this town. Seduction Summit was a part of me. Always had been and always would be.