Page 46 of Rescued By the Mountain Man Cowboy

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She does.

I slide in.

Slow. Inch by inch. Watching her face. Her mouth opens. Her brow furrows. A tear slides down into her hairline, and I catch it with my thumb because she's full of me and crying and gorgeous, and I have never in my life felt anything like this.

"There you go. Take me, baby. All of me."

"Luke."

"You feel so good."

"Oh."

"You feel like fucking home, Brown Eyes."

She makes a sound. Half laugh. Half cry. "Don't say things like that."

"It's true."

I bottom out. Hold. Let her adjust. Drop my forehead to hers.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Hi."

I start to move.

Slow. Long pulls. All the way out almost, then all the way back in. Her arms come up around my shoulders. Her ankles cross at the small of my back. Her face turns into my neck, and she kisses the place under my ear, soft, again and again, while I make love to her like she's something I never thought I'd hold.

"Look at how you take me."

"Luke."

"Fuck, baby. Made for me. This pussy was made for me."

"Yes."

"Say it."

"It was made for you."

"That's right."

I fuck her slow and deep until I feel her start to climb again. She's tighter than before. Her nails dig into my back. I shift my weight, change the angle, grind down against her clit on every stroke, and she sobs into my throat.

"That's it. Come for me, Anna. One more. I want to feel you come on my cock."

"Luke. Luke. Luke."

"I'm right here."

She breaks for the third time, and I follow her over because there is no version of the universe where I hold out against the sound she makes. I bury myself deep and let go, pulse against her, head dropped to the pillow next to hers. We breathe together. Her hands stroke up and down my back. Her tears are still wet on my throat, and I don't care.

After a long minute, I lift up enough to look at her.

"Hey, Brown Eyes."

"Hey."

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