Page 113 of Chasing the Dream

He loved the way she said his name, especially at times like this. He nudged her legs apart and scooted forward until he was lined up at her entrance. Then he swiped his tongue along her seam to the sound of her sigh. After a few more licks, she flattened her hands against the glass and arched her hips forward, silently asking for more.

If she’d thought this was only for her, she’d been wrong. He loved seeing her like this, coming undone in his arms and surrendering to the passion that blazed between them every time.

“Yes!” she cried when he added his fingers to the mix.

He picked up the pace, alternating his movements as she gyrated against him, lost in the world that was uniquely theirs.

“Oh…Gabe…”

Her body tensed, and her hips rolled until she found what she was seeking. He gripped the back of her thighs to hold her steady as she rode out the storm and then slowly came back to herself.

He stood up, ignoring his achy knees, and gave her a brief kiss on the lips. “Now you can check that fantasy off your list.”

“Not yet.”

“Huh? Oh…”

Her hands went to his belt, and he watched her undress him, loving the lusty look on her face as she unveiled him. She was still standing with her back to the window, and she reached out to encase his erection with both hands.

She stroked him exactly the way he liked, lavishing attention on the spots that made him groan. He would have been satisfied if she’d continued just like that, but then she dropped to her knees.

“This is quickly becoming my fantasy too,” he said, glancing down.

She smiled before placing her mouth on him, drawing his manhood deep inside, and then slowly releasing him. He plastered his hands against the window for support while she ministered to him sweetly, seductively, and lovingly.

The scenery out the window was nothing compared to the view of Morgan doting on him. She knew just what to do to bring him the ultimate pleasure every time.

Soon he was bucking his hips wildly while taking care not to hurt her. He kept a close eye on her, one, because it was erotic as hell, and two, because he wanted to gauge her reactions.

“Oh…yeah…”

Suddenly his surroundings became blurry, and all he could do was feel. He tipped his forehead against the glass, squeezed his eyes shut, and growled out his release. She held on until his last shudder, and then she rose from the floor and nestled her head on his chest.

Their bodies were damp from exertion, their hair messy from tangling their hands in it, and whatever makeup she’d been wearing had surely worn off. But to him, she’d never looked more beautiful.

He dipped his head down for a long, loving kiss, and then he reluctantly let go.

“As awesome as that was, it doesn’t get you out of hiking,” he said as they got dressed.

“Dammit!” she said, but he could tell by her expression she was mostly kidding.

A couple of hours later, they were perched on a rock overlooking Devil’s Bridge. He’d hiked the trail a few years ago, but he’d forgotten how challenging it was in spots. He was proud of Morgan for toughing it out, and now they were rewarded with an awesome view of the natural rock bridge and the canyon below.

They sat with her between his legs while they caught their breath.

“Have some more water,” he said, handing her the bottle they’d been passing back and forth. They’d already gone through one bottle each on the ascent, and they were trying to conserve some for the trek back down.

She drank heartily and then handed it back. “This is so amazing. It was definitely worth the climb.”

“I’ve been here a few times, but it never gets old.”

“Do you ever miss Michigan?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes, but my family is here, my business is here, and now you’re here.” She’d given him the perfect opening to discuss what was on his mind, and hopefully, on hers too.

“What about you? Do you miss it?”

“I miss my parents, but other than that, not really. Your family has always been a second family to me, and there’s the job and now you.”