Page 59 of Craved By the Mountain Man

I clutch him tighter.

“I’m yours.”

His jaw clenches.

“Again.”

“I’m yours, Gavin.”

Something feral flashes across his face.

“And I’m yours.”

Then his hips drive forward and his fingers find exactly the right place at exactly the right moment.

Pleasure tears through me.

My back arches beneath him as the orgasm hits, harder and deeper than the one on the island. I cling to Gavin while my body clenches around him in wave after wave, his name breaking from me because it is the only word left in my head.

Gavin swears against my throat.

His rhythm breaks.

He grips me tighter, thrusting through the last of my orgasm until his whole body goes rigid above me.

Then my name leaves him in a rough, wrecked sound.

He buries his face against my neck and holds me so tightly I can feel every hard breath dragging through his chest.

For a long moment, neither of us moves.

My heartbeat seems to have relocated to every part of my body.

Eventually Gavin lifts his head.

His eyes search my face.

“You okay?”

I consider the question with the seriousness it deserves.

“I’m going to need a minute to remember my own name.”

His mouth moves.

“That’s a yes?”

“Yes.”

He kisses my forehead and then my mouth, the second kiss softer than anything he has done since putting me on the island.

Something warm twists beneath my ribs.

Gavin shifts carefully and pulls me against him, one arm wrapping around my back until I am tucked into his side.

I rest my cheek on his chest.

His heartbeat is still racing beneath my ear.