He growls, then reaches between us, protects us, and presses the tip against my lips.

“Jesus, you’re wet.”

“Your fault.”

“I’ll take the blame.” And then he pushes inside me until he’s balls-deep and pauses. “Fuck.”

“So full.” I arch my back, and he buries his face in the crook of my neck, licking and nibbling. My entire body is on fire.

I scratch my nails up and down his back as he starts to pick up speed, pushing and pulling in the most intense rhythm. He moves effortlessly, in the sexiest dance I’ve ever seen.

“You’re so damn sexy,” he says before kissing me and biting my lower lip. He pushes one hand under my ass, encouraging my hips up, and the slight change in the angle makes my eyes cross.

“Fuuuuck,” I moan, just as the first tremors work their way through my body. I’m contracting around him, my entire body tense and on high alert.

“Go over.” His voice is firm. It’s not a request.

And I can’t hold back.

I cry out as my body explodes into light that could rival the night sky above us. Christian’s body tenses above me, and he groans as he follows me into his own orgasm.

We’re covered in sweat. We’re panting.

I’m not sure that I still have arms and legs.

No wait, there they are.

I giggle as I brush my fingertips down his back.

“It’s not a good sign when a woman laughs at you after some of the best sex of your life,” he says as he boosts himself up on an elbow to stare down at me.

“I’m not laughing at you.” I kiss his arm. “I might be delirious.”

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

I cup his cheek, delighted with the rough whiskers that cover his skin. “I’m perfectly great, and I don’t need anything at all.”

“Are you tired?” he asks. He shuffles in the bed, then rolls back to me and pulls me into his arms, cradling me so I can rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

“Definitely tired.” A yawn escapes, the kind that fills your whole chest, and when it works its way out, you have to smack your lips together.

“That sounded like the best yawn ever,” Christian says with a laugh, and then succumbs to his own yawn. “That was your fault.”

“They’re contagious,” I agree. “You know what just occurred to me?”

“My physical prowess?”

“Besides that.”

He chuckles and kisses my head. “What’s that?”

“My tree houses are called Snow Wolf Cottages. And your last name is Wolfe. Is that your real name?”

“No. It’s Wagner. My parents gave me a pseudonym when I was small and first starting in the business.”

“Well, I like it,” I reply. “But Wagner isn’t bad either. Is Wagner still your legal name?”

He pauses, and I feel like I’ve overstepped a line. But on the other hand, the man was just inside me, and I feel like I can ask whatever I want.

“No, it’s Wolfe. It’s just easier. I changed it a few years ago.”

“Hmm. Well, my real name is Jenna Maxine Hull. And I don’t plan to change it.”

“Even if you get married?”

I frown, staring out the window at the lights moving across the sky.

“I don’t know. I have a lot of business holdings in my name, and I think it would be a pain in the ass to change it all.”

“It is a pain,” he says and kisses my head again. The man is very affectionate; I’ll give him that.

“I guess I’ll deal with that if and when it happens.” I yawn again and snuggle closer to him. “You’re quite comfortable despite being so muscular.”

“Thanks. I think.”

“It’s a compliment.”

I can’t keep my eyes open now, and the warmth of his arms, with the beating of his heart, is lulling me to sleep.

“Goodnight, Christian.”

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

***

It’s early. The sun hasn’t come up yet, but given the time of year, that doesn’t mean too much. Being this far north means that we have short days in the winter.

I roll over to look out the windows and can just barely see the first signs of daylight eking their way over the mountain.

It’s probably around seven.

I slept like the dead.

Because it’s still dark outside, I can’t see well in the turret, so I flip the switch for the ceiling stars to help guide my way to the ladder.

I need coffee, STAT.

Careful not to wake Christian, who is still sleeping like a baby, I move around him and down the ladder, then pad downstairs to the kitchen.

While the coffee maker does its thing with the first cup of caffeine, I use the restroom and dig in my overnight bag for the oversized T-shirt I brought to sleep in.

Doesn’t look like I’ll be doing much sleeping in it.

I smirk as I pull it over my head and return to the kitchen to finish our coffees, then climb the steps, wondering how I’m going to climb that ladder with two full cups of coffee.

Tags: Kristen Proby Big Sky Romance
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