The feel of her, of us, was more than I ever imagined it could ever be.
Despite the cool air surrounding us, we were on fire. Sweat poured down my back, my breathing uneven and hard. I slid my hands under Liv, lifting her so our chests melded, and she was encased in my arms. She wrapped her legs around my hips, letting me sink even deeper into her. I gripped her hips, thrusting hard, the lounger scraping along the floor in time with our movements. She wound her hands into my hair, her head falling back as she cried out in pleasure at the new angle.
The world shrank down to one small bubble. Liv. Me. Together. Her pussy. My cock. Me inside her—her body moving with mine. Our slick skin touching in perfect unison, the sounds of our lovemaking filling the cabin. Our grunts and groans. Muted gasps of pleasure. Long sighs of need. The heat and passion that built and soared until it hit the pinnacle for us both.
She gasped out my name, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her orgasm tore through her. My balls tightened, and my release swept over me. I stilled, emptying deep within her, her name a long, low groan on my lips.
The lounger held firm.
My embrace became a vise, and I held her as close as I could. I lowered us to the lounger and collapsed on her chest, my breathing uneven, my body sated, a blissful numbness overtaking my mind.
I eased beside her, tugging her back into my arms. The feeling of her body, the slightness of her form compared to mine, registered through my dulled senses.
“Are you okay, Liv? Was I too rough?”
She pressed a kiss to my chest. “You were perfect.”
I chuckled. “I think you’re the perfect one, baby.” I rested my chin on her hair, the silken strands tickling my nose. “What changed your mind?”
“You,” she said simply. “Everything you did last week. The calls, the words. Your patience.”
“I missed you so much last week. It drove me crazy not being able to be close to you. I didn’t know how I was going to cope if you said you were done for good,” I admitted.
“I don’t think that could happen, Van. I was tired of saying no to myself,” she admitted. “To you. It was so hard to see you go on Sunday. Then today, I saw the hurt my words caused you, yet you responded with patience and tenderness. I knew I needed to try. I knew you were worth the risk.”
“You won’t regret it.”
She pressed a kiss to the roughness of my chin. “I know.”
The storm raged on outside. The cabin, leaky roof and all, proved to be a warm haven for us. We sat on the lounger, Liv wrapped in my arms, talking about anything and everything.
“Sammy would like it here,” she murmured.
“Wouldn’t you be worried about the drop-off?”
“No. She’s as scared of heights as I am. If I showed it to her and explained, she would stay away. She’s cautious like me.” She hummed, her breath warm on my skin.
I pressed a kiss to her head. “She is a great kid.”
“If there were a play area, she’d stick to that, and she’d play with her dolls or read. She’s very good at reading and she loves it.”
“Like you?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve been working on her bookshelf. It will be ready soon.”
She traced my chin with her fingers. Her eyes glowed in the muted light. “She’ll love it.”
“I hope so.”
“I know so.”
I settled her back on my chest. “I know you’re up and down ladders. How do you handle the scared of heights thing?” I asked, curious.
“I only go so high. My staff know I get nervous. They do the cutting and edging, and I roll when I’m helping them paint.” She lifted her foot and flexed it slowly. “I rarely have accidents, though. I think I was distracted yesterday and slipped. I have enough staff, I don’t need to, but I enjoy painting, so every so often, I pitch in.”
“You’re amazing.”
She glanced up. “I think you’re the amazing one.”
Passion simmered in the air around us. I ran my knuckles over her cheek. “I didn’t plan on making love to you today in a broken-down cabin with a leaky roof.”
A smile played on her lips. “Good thing. I’m not sure Bentley would have been on board with your plan. He would have objected loudly when you put your idea into action.”
I laughed. “Probably.” I became serious. “You deserve silk sheets, champagne, and a fancy hotel room. Not an old lounger, dust, and rubble.”
“But the lounger and dust have you.”
“You have me.”
She surprised me by sitting up and straddling me. Her wet pussy pressed against my growing cock. Her voice was husky. “Do I have you, Van?”
I bucked into her heat. “Fuck yes, Liv. You have me.”
“Can I have you?”
“Yes.”
She leaned forward, kissing me, her tongue languid and exploring. Her lips trailed down my chest, her teeth biting teasingly at my nipples, making me hiss. She sank down on my cock, slowing taking me in.
I gripped her hips. “Ride me, baby.”
A slow, sexy smirk pulled at her lips. “Oh, I intend to, Van. It’s your turn to hold on tight. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
The rain finally let up, and regretfully, we rose from the lounger. Few words were spoken as we searched for our clothing. Liv grimaced at her shirt, shivering as she pulled the still-damp material over her head. Her tank was a torn scrap of fabric on the floor. She lifted it, meeting my pleased expression with a raised eyebrow that looked sexy on her. I dug into my bag and handed her a long-sleeved plaid flannel shirt of mine.
“It’ll be too big, but it’s dry and warm.”
“What about you?”
I held up an extra Henley. “I’m good.”
I chuckled at the size of my shirt on her. With a grin, I helped her roll up the sleeves. “I like you in my clothes. It’s my second favorite look on you.”
“What’s your favorite?”
I kissed the end of her nose. “No clothes and your skin pressed to mine.”
Two bright spots of color appeared on her cheeks, and she dropped her eyes. I slipped a finger under her chin. “What did I tell you about hiding your smile? Let me see it.”
It lit the gloomy room. I loved seeing it, and I loved the fact that I was the one who made it happen.
Her stomach growled, making me laugh. “Come on, Liv. Let’s lock up, navigate the driveway, and I’ll take you to eat.”
“Is it safe?”
“Yes. I promised you it was.”
“By getting something to eat, you mean stop at a drive-through, right?”
“No,” I frowned. “I mean I’ll take you out for a meal. I saw a cool-looking pub in the town we passed. We can try it out.”
“I can’t go out like this,” Liv protested. “I’m a mess!”
“No, you’re not. You’re gorgeous.”
She snorted. “I’m hardly gorgeous when I try, Van. I’m certainly not when I’ve been caught in a storm, fucked repeatedly for hours and have no way to get cleaned up.”
“Stop it.”
“What?”