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He kissed her cheek, kissed her throat, kissed her collarbone…Wreck had his own language when he made love.
She understood it.
He cared for her body, worshipped her like she’d never been treated before. He had this awed look on his face whenever their eyes met, and this was everything.
He moved inside of her smoothly, setting a good pace and hitting her deep just like she liked it. The tingling tension slowly built inside of her body. His eyes locked on hers, and she’d never done anything like this before. This was intimacy, but on another level she had never reached with anyone.
He gripped her waist and moved in her, deep, deep.
Timber spread her knees wider and clutched him tighter, close now.
“Wreck,” she uttered under her breath.
“I’ve got you.”
That promise was so sexy, and so perfect here in the dark. She’d always wanted that promise from a man.
Wreck pushed into her faster, harder. Harder. Harder!
She gasped out a soft curse as her body shattered, and Wreck pushed into her deeper. Harder. Faster!
“Wreck, right there!” she cried out as he dragged out every pulse of pleasure from her body.
He gritted his teeth and froze on top of her, every muscle tensed. She could feel the pulsing of his release between her legs, and it was perfect.
Her body throbbed on and on, encouraged by his release, and she thought this was the most beautiful moment she’d ever existed in.
Whatever she’d expected from a shifter, she hadn’t expected to be so well taken care of. She hadn’t expected to be cared for.
Down to the part where Wreck pulled her against him and hugged her tight until sleep dragged at her. She felt safe, and whole, cared for and protected, and it was everything she hadn’t realized she’d been truly missing.
Wreck had given her more tonight than he even realized.
In his arms, she was learning who she was. There was power in a man who could do that for a woman.
Chapter Seven
Timber came up with one bright side to Wreck’s work hours starting at the crack of dawn—she could wave him off before work and no one would see her disheveled appearance.
That bright side disappeared like a plume of smoke the second she followed Wreck down his porch stairs to his truck. He tossed a glance at the woods and frowned, his hand gripping her waist. When he turned to look at the other trailers, he muttered a curse under his breath.
That’s when Timber saw it. The trailer park was awake.
Owen was waving to them from his porch, and Gunner and Hallie were sitting on their front lawn enjoying coffee.
There was no hiding. Timber frantically patted her hair, trying to tame it into something that did not resemble a rat’s nest. She was wearing no shorts, and exactly zero bralettes currently, so her nipples were all perked up against the thin material of Wreck’s T-shirt—A, because it was cold out, and B, Wreck had just fingered her against the kitchen counter. She had probably been loud, she didn’t remember. She’d lost her mind under his touch.
“You look fine,” Hallie called.
“Yep. Well fucked,” Owen agreed.
“Oh my gosh.”
“Enough,” Wreck told his Crewmate.
“Hey, I was thinking if you can grow trees, can you use your magic to zap a bigger dick onto me?”
“No!” Silver called from where she was coming out of their front door with a pair of coffees. “You don’t need a three-foot dick, Owen. You would impale me. You are already ridiculous. Wreck, keep your green flames over there.”
