Page 145 of Trigger Happy Ending

He nods once. “It's just a couple of cameras and motion sensors. Some thermal imaging.”

I sit up a little more, looking toward the screens. “Is this how you knew I was out there?”

He watches me carefully now. “Yeah.”

“You saw me coming?”

“I didn’t know it was you.” His voice lowers as he strokes the small of my back. “I saw a heat signature moving along the edge of the property. Sometimes a deer or a bear triggers it, but I knew it wasn’t an animal pretty quickly.”

I drag the sheet higher over my chest. “How does it all work?”

“This place doesn’t officially exist, we're completely off-grid out here. But there’s a generator out back, with everything on a separate line.”

“You’re prepared.”

He smiles. “Maybe a bit paranoid.”

“No. You're just protective about your peace."

"Our peace."

I smile at him, before returning to my half-sprawled position across his chest.

He tickles me down my spine. “You live here now, you know."

My heart thunders. “I'm home?”

"We're home."

I palm him in his sweatpants. Soren’s breath catches for a microsecond, before he pulls me into him. We're all fireworks and starburst now. His mouth opens beneath mine instantly, while his hands move over my back, my waist, my hips, like he’s feeling me for the first time all over again.

I need to feel him. I need the brutal, blessed proof of him inside me. My hand finds his cock and strokes him once, twice, and that’s all it takes. He’s hard instantly, thick and hot beneath my palm, his breath turning ragged as his eyes lock on mine.

I swing my leg over his hips.

His hands land on my thighs, stopping me just for a brief moment. His gaze searches my face like he’s looking for the slightest hesitation.

“We don’t have to do this, Raine.”

I thread my fingers through his and pin one of his hands above his head, holding him there. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”

Something dark and unholy flashes across his face. Is it desire? Relief? I don’t know … But it has me aching for him.

I settle over him slowly, feeling the hard line of him pressing between my thighs. I glide my pussy on his cock, and fuck me, if that doesn’t nearly kill me (again, in the very best way). His mouth falls open slightly, and his eyes never leave mine. God, he looks sexy spread out beneath me, his tattooed body glowing in the moonlight.

I position my hips over his and slowly angle his tip to my entrance. My hand slips between us, and I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch, until the stretch of him steals the breath clean out of my lungs.

“God,” I whisper, because there are no other words to describe the way he fills me.

His eyes burn into mine. “Is this okay?”

“More than okay.”

“Good,” he says, almost like he’s talking to himself.

I brace my hands on his chest and start with a smooth roll of my hips, and a controlled rise and fall. The bed creaks beneath us as I pick up the pace. His head falls back into the pillow, throat working, jaw tight, and I swear the sight of him unraveling under me is enough to make me come all on its own.

His hands tighten on my hips, and he starts thrusting up into me, meeting my rhythm, making it deeper. Harder, less careful. The way I fucking love it.