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“I will,” Carter says, his eyes looking deeply into mine. “I just want to... take a moment.”
He doesn’t explain why. Though he doesn’t really need to. I understand the need completely, to commit every second of this night to memory.
When he leans in and kisses me again, resuming his steady thrust in me, I release another heavy sigh. I bury my face in his chest as I swallow my tears and he squeezes my hand even harder.
Soon, Carter trembles over me. I touch him with a gentle urge and whisper his name in his ear, his passion tempting mine once more. As he grinds deeper, grunts harder, I give myself over to whatever it is between us. He comes with my name on his lips, the sound so sweet, his kiss so deep, as the final wave of my climax passes through.
Surrounded by pillows and wrapped in thin blankets, Carter curls his arm around me and holds me against his chest. We lie silently for a long time together, watching the fire and caressing each other, our fingers playing.
I drift off in his arms, but I stay awake enough to feel the warmth of the fireplace and the frequent soft kiss on my neck and shoulders.
“Mika?” Carter whispers in my ear.
“Hm?” I ask, turning my head, meeting his gaze.
“Thank you,” he says.
He kisses me deeply.
I’m not sure what he’s thanking me for.
Unfortunately, I don’t stay awake long enough to ask.
10
MIKA
It’s been a while since I’ve missed a sunrise.
Usually, I’m already awake. Dead tired, but awake. With a small cup of coffee in hand, I’d step out onto the front porch and walk around the east side to catch the first morning rays as they peek out over Tall Mountain.
This morning, however...
Oddly okay with missing out on this one.
My entire body shudders with release once again. I plant my palms on Carter’s chest to keep myself from falling off him as my abs clench and shake.
I forgot how dangerous it can be on top.
He keeps his helpful hands on my hips, his knees bent behind me, a handsome smirk on his face as I come. “Goddamn, Mika,” he says.
Despite being buck naked and riding him, I blush. “What?”
He chuckles. “Most inns I’ve stayed at just send up breakfast,” he jokes.
I laugh with him as I lower down to kiss him. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
“What time is it?”
“I don’t care.”
I kiss him again. “I do,” I say, tilting to find the clock by the bed. “Papa comes in at seven.”
“Ah.”
“Six twenty-five,” I read. “Still time.”
