Page 83 of Fire and Rain
He closed the woodstove’s door and dragged her against him. “How about we test the bed instead? We can catch fish later.”
Her fishing rod landed on the floor as they kissed and stumbled their way to the bedroom. They fell across the bed in a tangle of limbs, hands sliding beneath clothing, undoing zippers and clasps, hungry for skin. Eden raised her bottom off the bed as Sean yanked down her jeans, his erection free. She would have spread her legs for him, but he drew her to her feet, turned her to face away from him, and bent her over the bed, nudging her feet apart with his.
He palmed her bare buttocks with big hands. “God, I love your ass.”
She wiggled her butt to tease him, looked back at him over her shoulder, saw an expression of raw hunger on his face. “I want you inside me.”
“Hold that thought.”
She heard a condom wrapper tear, looked back to watch him roll it on his erection, her inner muscles tightening in anticipation. Then he moved in, teasing her with the head of his cock before burying himself inch… by slow inch… inside her.
They moaned almost in unison, Eden arching her lower back to take all of him.
Then he began to thrust, going easy at first. “God, I love this view.”
Eden loved the silky strokes, the sweet stretch.
Then Sean reached around to play with her clit, stroking her inside and out. Oh, he knew her body well now, knew just what she needed. Each thrust rocked her, made the bed hit the wall, the tension inside her quickly blossoming into gold.
Then he changed it up, following three quick, short thrusts with a deep slow one, using his cock to hit that secret place inside her. It felt so good, so incredibly good. He kept up the rhythm until she found herself hovering on that bright edge.
She came with a cry, heard him groan her name as he finished with several deep, powerful thrusts. After a moment, he withdrew, tossed the condom, and they sank, laughing, onto the bed, their jeans still around their ankles.
Sean kissed her. “I’m hungry.”
“Then you’d better get moving.” Eden smiled. “Your dinner is still in the lake.”
* * *
Sean held Eden close,tracing the curve of her spine with his fingers. The two of them lay together, naked, having chosen sex for dessert. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so relaxed, so at peace. He didn’t want it to end.
They’d taken the skiff out on the lake and had caught five good-sized Dolly Varden. While Sean had cleaned the fish, Eden had foraged for greens and berries in the forest behind the cabin. Then she’d fried the fish on the woodstove, and they’d eaten a meal fit for a king, while she’d given him a master class on fishing flies. With one appetite satisfied, they’d gotten naked and sated the other.
Did she have any idea how incredible she was?
When are you going to tell her you love her?
Sean was working on that. It shouldn’t be hard, but it was. He hadn’t expected to fall for Eden. He hadn’t seen it coming. Some part of him just wanted to make certain this wasreal.
Coward.
Sean broke the silence. “I’ve never met a woman like you.”
She tilted her head back so she could look up at him. “What do you mean?”
“Well, for starters, you fish, hunt, shoot, and pilot a boat as well as any man.”
“So can a lot of women in Alaska.”
Sean knew that was probably true. “Can they also forage for dinner, cook on a woodstove, and tell the history of a random piece of glass on the beach?”
She smiled and stretched like a contented kitten. “Native Alaskan women can.”
He stroked her hair, tried for once to put his emotions into words, and ended up babbling. “God, Eden, you drive me out of my mind. I want you even when you aren’t around. I can’t quit thinking about you. Everything about you turns me on—your smile, the way your hair moves, your eyes, that sound you make when you’re about to come. There’s no other woman in the world who can say that.”
She raised her head, turned onto her belly. “What sound do I make—?”
Footsteps.
