Page 42 of Devoured By the Forbidden Mountain Man

His body covered mine without crushing me, one forearm braced beside my head while his other hand gripped my hip.

The measured rhythm from earlier was gone.

He fucked me with the pent-up hunger that had been following us through two days of work, food, files, and almost-touching. Each thrust pushed me into the mattress, the solid weight of him surrounding me while my hands moved greedily over his shoulders and back.

His beard rasped against my cheek, and his breath broke against my mouth. I liked every sign that I had finally driven the calm out of him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said against my neck.

The praise went straight through me. I tightened around him deliberately, and Rex’s rhythm faltered.

I did it again, and his mouth found mine, the kiss turning messy with urgency.

The friction inside me was building toward something new despite how sensitive I already was. I slid one hand between our bodies, and Rex immediately shifted enough to give me room without breaking his rhythm.

That tiny accommodation nearly undid me. My fingers found my clit.

Rex groaned when he saw what I was doing, and I rubbed faster.

The third orgasm did not build patiently. It caught me almost by surprise, a hot tightening that swept through my pelvis and broke outward.

I cried his name. My pussy clenched around him again, and Rex buried his face against my neck.

His next few thrusts lost any remaining precision, and I held him tighter.

“Come inside me.”

The words left me breathless but clear. Rex drove deep once more and went rigid above me.

His orgasm pulled a rough sound from his chest as he came, cock pulsing inside me while his hand tightened around my hip.

For several seconds, the only movement in the room was our breathing. Then Rex shifted his weight onto one arm and looked down at me. His hair was mussed. His beard had left the skin around my mouth warm from friction. The calm I had been teasing him about was nowhere in sight.

I smiled and ran my fingers through his mussed hair.

Rex caught my hand and kissed my palm, his breathing still uneven. “You look pleased with yourself.”

“I am.”

His quiet laugh warmed my skin before he bent and kissed me again. The kiss was slower than anything that had come before it.

When he finally eased out of me, I felt the loss of his warmth immediately.

Rex rolled onto his side beside me, and I turned toward him while my breathing settled.

For a few moments, neither of us needed to fill the silence.

My body felt loose, warm, and thoroughly satisfied. The ache in my thighs told me exactly how much work I had done on top of him. Rex’s hand rested against my bare hip beneath the curve of my waist, his thumb moving lazily over my skin.

Eventually he pushed himself up.

I lifted an eyebrow.

“If you’re leaving immediately, I’m going to take that personally.”

“I’m getting you water.”

“That’s acceptable.”