Page 11 of The Mountain Man's Paradise
“I need you,” she whispers.
“You have me.”
I push into her with one slow, deep stroke, drawing an unbridled moan from her lips. She’s tight, hot, gripping me hard enough to make my vision blur. I bury my face against her neck and breathe through the first brutal wave of it, hands flexing in the sheets beside her head.
“Fuck,” I grit out. “You feel too good.”
She wraps her legs around my waist. “Oh, god. Barrett.”
I move my hips. Slow at first, deep enough that she cries out every time I drive back into her. Her cream slicks my cock, hernails digging into my back as I slowly fuck her with every bit of restraint I have left. It isn’t enough. She feels too good. Sounds too sweet. Looks too perfect under me with her mouth open, her tits rosy, her pussy taking me so tight I can barely think.
“Good girl,” I rasp, watching her eyes lose focus. “You look so gorgeous taking my cock.”
She whimpers and tightens around me, and I nearly lose it. I shift my angle, thrusting deeper, grinding against her clit until her hands clutch at my shoulders.
“Barrett!”
“I know, baby.” I drive into her harder. “That’s it, beautiful. Come for me.”
Her body locks beneath mine. I feel the first pulse of her orgasm, giving her every last inch as she cries out and comes around me. My control snaps. I bury myself deep, groan her name against her mouth, and feel the fierce intensity of my heart as I come inside her.
4
ROSALYN
Iknew sleeping with Barrett would change something. I just didn’t expect it to change how the whole world feels. Two days ago he was a stranger who looked completely lost in paradise. This morning he’s lying beside me like he’s always belonged here.
I don’t know what happens next. I only know I don’t regret a single second.
Morning light filters through the hotel curtains, spreading early sunlight across the white sheets. Barrett is asleep on his stomach, one strong arm lying across my belly. He shifts with a quiet breath, then blinks once, coming awake. His eyes meet mine, and the sleepy softness disappears beneath the familiar intensity that never seems far away.
“Morning,” I say, smiling.
A smile slowly spreads across his lips. “Morning, beautiful.”
Warmth floods my chest. But then I notice the clock on the bedside table. “Oh no.”
“What?”
“We’re supposed to be at the farewell brunch in ten minutes.”
He closes his eyes. “Fuck.”
I laugh. “Oh, the horrors of brunch.”
“I’ve reached my limit on organized social events.”
“Poor mountain man.”
His mouth twitches.
I slide out of bed to gather my clothes, aware of his eyes following me around the room. His gaze makes me feel cherished.
Then a new thought slips in. In a few hours, we’ll be saying goodbye. Probably forever.
I pull on my shorts and reach for my T-shirt, keeping my back to him while I pretend the knot in my chest isn’t there. “What time is your flight?”
“Three o’clock.” He waits a beat. “Come with me.”
