Page 64 of Rescued By the Mountain Man Cowboy
I sit back on my heels and pull her up onto my lap without breaking the seal of us. She wraps her arms around my neck. Hertits are at my mouth and I take one and she rolls her hips and we stay like that, slow, deep, eye to eye, my hands on her hips and her fingers in my hair, her riding me like a slow song.
"Luke…I'm close."
"I know, baby."
"Come with me, again."
"Always." I slide my hand between us, find her clit, work her in slow circles while she rides me, and she comes apart on my lap with her face tucked into my neck, gasping my name, clenching around me so tight I lose the last of my hold. I follow her over with her name in my mouth and my arms wrapped tight around her ribs and her heart hammering against my chest.
We breathe.
The fire pops in the stove.
After a long minute, I lift her off me. Lay her down. Deal with the condom. Come back. Pull her against my chest with the quilt up around us.
She tucks her head under my chin, slides her leg over mine, and her hand finds my heart and stays there.
"My eomma’s going to lose her mind."
I bark a laugh. "Because of me?"
"Oh yeah. You're a non-Korean, thirty-eight-year-old cowboy with a sexy beard. The jobumo are going to need smelling salts."
“Jobumo?”
“My grandparents.”
"Should I be worried?"
"Eventually.” She laughs. “But I’ll tell them about it later.” She breathes out, long and slow, and I feel her smile against my chest. "Luke?"
"Yeah, Brown Eyes."
"I found my happy."
I kiss the top of her head and hold her tighter and I do not say anything, because if I open my mouth right now thewrong thing's going to come out, and I've already said I love you tonight, and a man should pace himself.
I just hold her.
I hold her until her breathing slows, until her hand goes loose against my heart, until the fire dies down to embers and the cabin goes quiet and the night settles over us like a blanket.
She's happy.
So am I. Truly. For the first time in seven years. For maybe the first time ever, I smile before drifting to sleep.
Epilogue
ANNA
Six Months Later
Iclose the charts I coded on the backend of both websites, happy both holiday campaigns have done really well. I schedule the rest of the week and weekend’s social media posts for the ranch and distillery and start shutting my computer down.
A hand I’m more familiar with than my own softly wraps around my throat and tilts my head back. Smiling, I look at the most beautiful green hue framed by thick lashes that gaze down at me with so much love, my heart still thumps an extra beat all these months later.
“Hey, baby,” he rasps before kissing me.
Not a quick peck, no. Luke takes advantage that we’re alone and deepens it.
