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“You’re thinking too damn hard for this time of the morning, Flykra.” His low voice rumbled in her ear and spread warmth through her entire exhausted body. “You should be sleeping.”
She should move away but she didn’t. Instead, she pushed closer to his heat and brushed her lips over his pectoral.
“Maybe you didn’t wear me out,” Hope teased.
“Fighting words, baby.” A nip on her neck as he rolled her to her back and rose above her. “But, since you pointed it out…allow me to rectify the situation.”
Whatever she’d been about to say was stifled when he slid inside her, hard and ready, stretching her used muscles and making her moan in pleasure. Skimming her nails up his bare arms to the base of his neck, she teased him there, fingers twining with his hair.
“Hold on to me, Flykra, I’m going to wear you out now.”
Four hours later she rolled her decidedly sore body from bed, alone this time. A smile teased the corners of her lips as she reached for his shirt and tugged it on over her head before padding over the wood floor to the window. The chill reached her easily but when she drew open the curtains she squinted immediately. No clouds. Nothing but the brilliant sun shining down.
Reality hit her with a force and speed she didn’t like. Whatever fantasy world she’d been living in with Mitchell was at an end. Her insides twisted at that knowledge.
She wasn’t assuming they would move in and get married, living happily ever after, but damn it, she’d just had him.
“And now I have to let him go.”
“Not getting rid of me that easily, Flykra.” His arms closed around her, stopping her immediate jump. His lips covered her squeal of surprise and damn if she didn’t sink into him.
“When did you come in?”
He turned her into his chest and wound his hand in her curls, tugging slightly so she glanced up at him. Mitchell had a fascination with her hair, and she loved it being stroked, but when he played with it, there was something else moving through her. She could feel him in a far more proprietary manner. And she liked it. A lot.
“I was coming to wake you.” His brown eyes twinkled. “Pity you were up already. I had plans…”
Good God. Her legs trembled and she gulped as she tried not to give him a bigger head than he had already. He dipped his head closer until his warm breath, with hints of coffee, flowed over her.
“Want to know how?”
“How what?”
He nipped her lower lip, his chuckle dangerous and enticing. “How I planned on spreading your legs and putting my mouth over you—”
She slapped her hand over his mouth. “Stop.”
A careless shrug and she cautiously moved her hand. Damn it, now she had a vision of his blond head between her thighs, his scruff abrading the sensitive skin as he did what he’d done so freaking well the night before. Her breathing came in short choppy breaths.
“I came up to get you. As I’m sure you can see, the storm finally moved on overnight. Plows are out and we should be able to leave later this afternoon. I wanted to see if you’d like to take a walk outside with me after I get some food in you.”
She didn’t have outdoor clothing but the idea of walking out in the beauty that surrounded them was too good to pass up. “I’d like that. A lot.”
His grin grew seconds before he squeezed her ass. “As much as I love seeing you in nothing but my shirt, you’ll want to put something else on before we head down.”
“Just so you know, Mitchell Anderson, I’m keeping your sweatshirt when we part ways.”
A flicker of something flashed in his eyes, only to vanish before she could focus on it. His smile made her gut flip.
“Get dressed before I toss you on the bed and pretend you’re sleeping so I can wake you.”
She dragged her nails down his chest as she moved away from his intoxicating touch. “If that was supposed to be a threat, you failed.”
“Flykra,” he rumbled behind her.
Swiping up the clothing she was going to wear, she ducked into the bathroom, cleaned up, then dressed in record time. Not that she typically took a while but she was hungry and anxious to be outside. She wasn’t a woman who spent a lot of time indoors.
She stepped out in her jeans and Mitchell’s shirt and sweatshirt. He pointed at the bed and she found a pair of his socks waiting for her. No argument from her as his socks were much warmer than her thinner ones.
The moment she sat on the edge, he was there, crouching before her, tugging on the socks then putting on and tying her hiking boots. She didn’t even try to stop the smile—just reached out and pushed her fingers into his hair, stroking his head.
