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Her hand slips between her legs, finding her clit as I continue to thrust into her.
"Fuck, Delilah," I groan, my voice low and rough. "I'm gonna come."
She pushes back against me, taking me deeper still as she cries out, "Yes, yes, yes!"
And with one final thrust, I come undone, my orgasm surging through me. I bury my face in her neck, my breath coming fast and ragged as I ride out the waves of pleasure. I can feel her body trembling beneath me, her own orgasm tearing through her as she cries out my name.
We sink bonelessly to the tiled floor in a tangle of spent limbs, our chests heaving in unison. Delilah nestles against me, her curves molding perfectly to the hard lines of my body. I pull her closer, needing that intimate connection as our breathing slowly returns to normal.
Delilah traces the hard planes of my chest as we lie tangled together on the bathroom floor, our bodies slick with sweat and sated desire. My fingers brush damp tendrils of hair from her flushed face, and I find myself studying every delicate feature like a man starved—committing each detail to memory.
"You know..." I murmur, my voice a low rumble. "If you'd told me a week ago I'd be making love to a smokin' hot city girl in a bathroom stall at my buddy's wedding, I would've said you were crazy."
She lets out a breathless chuckle at my words. "And if you'd told me I'd soon be shacking up in the mountains to live my wildest romance novel fantasies, I would've had you committed."
Our gazes hold, filled with amazed wonder at this unexpected twist of fate—and profound gratitude for having found each other against all odds. Her fingers trail along the sharp cut of my jaw as those soulful brown eyes drink me in like a man parched.
"I can't believe how quickly everything changed," she confesses in a hushed tone. "One minute, I was that buttoned-up lawyer, chasing some empty dream of success. And now..." She shakes her head, trying to wrap her mind around it all. "Now I feel more alive than I ever thought possible."
The corner of my mouth quirks up in a half-grin. "That's what happens when you start following your heart instead of your head, princess."
I lean in, capturing those full lips in a slow, smoldering kiss that has desire rekindling low in my gut. A mischievous spark ignites in her gaze as she finally pulls back, giving me a saucy wink.
"You know..." she begins, her voice a sultry purr. "I've been trying to do what's best for me lately."
"Is that so?"
"Mmhmm." She nips at the sharp line of my jaw with her teeth. "And I think what's best for me right now is another orgasm."
A low growl rumbles up from my chest as I roll her onto her back, pinning her to the tiles with the delicious weight of my body. "Then who am I to argue with you taking care of yourself, sweetheart?"
My mouth slants over hers in a searing kiss, effectively ending all conversation. Her fingers rake through my hair as she surrenders to the feral temptation that blazes between us.
Epilogue
Delilah
Afew months have flown by in the blink of an eye since I traded in my high-powered city life for this rustic mountain paradise. My days are now filled with the crisp scent of pine, the gentle whispers of the wind dancing through the evergreens, and the warm embrace of a certain rugged mountain man who's well and truly stolen my heart.
I wake to the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains of our cozy cabin, stretching languidly amid the rumpled sheets. A contented sigh escapes my lips as strong arms tighten around my waist, pulling me flush against the solid warmth of Stylz's bare chest.
"Morning, princess," that deliciously gravelly voice rumbles in my ear, his lips brushing a path of tender kisses along the curve of my neck. "Sleep well?"
I hum in blissful affirmation, arching into him like a cat seeking more of his intoxicating touch. "Like the dead. I swear this mountain air knocks me right out every night."
He chuckles, the low timbre vibrating against my back in a way that makes me shiver. "That's not the only thing putting you into a deep sleep, if I recall correctly."
Rolling over to face him, I run my fingers through the tousled waves of his copper hair. "And just what are you implying, Mr. Steele?"
The gleam in those emerald eyes is pure, unapologetic sin. "I'm pretty sure my stamina had a lot to do with your well-rested glow."
I gasp in mock outrage, swatting his chest with the back of my hand—but the effect is ruined by the giggle that bubbles up unbidden. God, how did I ever live without this man in my life?
Stylz merely grins, catching my wrist and tugging me closer to nuzzle his scruffy jaw against the sensitive spot just below my ear. "Face it," he purrs, his breath fanning hot across my skin. "You're a full-blown mountain woman now. Feral, just like me."
I can't argue with that—not when every nerve in my body is alight with a simmering wildness I never knew existed until Stylz awoke it. This primal hunger, this blazing passion that feels more vital than the blood pounding through my veins... it's only grown stronger in the months since we decided to take the plunge and give "us" a real shot.
Abandoning the big city for this simple, rugged life in the heart of the Rockies was the best decision I ever made. Sure, I had my doubts at first—a few minor meltdowns over the lack of decent Thai delivery and the sheer number of flannel shirts in Stylz's wardrobe.
