Page 185 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
Here.
Mine.
He pulls back just enough to look at me.
Search my face.
“You sure?” he asks quietly.
Not about the moment.
Abouteverything.
The risk.
The fear.
Him.
I nod.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
That’s when his control gives.
Not in a rush—
but in surrender.
He kisses me again, deeper this time, but still slow.
Still careful.
Like we have all the time in the world…
even though we don’t.
We move together toward the bed without breaking apart.
Every touch is deliberate.
Every breath shared.
No urgency.
Just… closeness.
His hand finds mine, fingers threading through like he needs that connection just as much as I do.
And when he lowers me back—
he doesn’t hover.
He stays close.
Forehead to mine.
Breath against my lips.
