He lifted the covers, and she scooted into bed. Much to her chagrin, he didn’t immediately follow.
“Aren’t you coming?”
He hesitated. “Are you sure? I could sleep on the couch.”
She patted the bed beside her. “I’m sure.”
He extracted something from another drawer and then disappeared into the bathroom. Kate swallowed her disappointment at having been denied the opportunity to watch him undress, though it probably was for the best. When he emerged a short while after, he was wearing loose pajama bottoms and smelled of minty toothpaste.
Climbing into bed, he moved close against her and draped an arm over her hips. He was so warm, so solid, and being so close to him was one of the best feelings in the world.
“Good night, Kate,” he said softly, kissing her cheek.
“Good night, Chris.”
She closed her eyes and sighed in bliss.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mad Dog
Mad Dog stared at Kate, awed by both her beauty and the fact that she was in his bed. She’d awoken a few times during the night but snuggled into him and fallen right back asleep each time. He loved that she was taking comfort in him. Loved the feel of her body against his, so soft and giving where he was so hard and unyielding.
As much as he would like to stay in bed with her forever, he needed to get up and take care of a few things—specifically, the persistent morning wood that was incapable of understanding that pleasing Kate wasn’t on the agenda. It knew only that it had spent the majority of the night pressed up against her lush curves and wanted more.
He tried to extricate himself as carefully as possible, but Kate was having none of it. It seemed that his woman was every bit as aware of him as he was of her.
“You’re not getting up, are you?” she asked sleepily.
“Shh. Go back to sleep.”
She shifted her hips, bringing them back into contact with his groin. He groaned.
Kate was sleeping on her back because her left arm was in a sling to minimize movement. That left her right hand free to slip between them ... and into his pajama bottoms. She didn’t have to go far to find what she was looking for. His cock was straining toward the waistband.
“Kate,” he warned, his voice a low, rumbling hiss.
He pulled his hips back and tried to gently remove her hand, but she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed. Bright lights danced behind his eyes.
“Kate.”
She laughed and began to move her hand in slow, deliberate strokes. He should pull away. He was bigger and stronger and knew she needed his care, not his lust. But her hand felt so damn good around his cock.
He closed his eyes and lied to himself, Just a few seconds, and then I’ll stop her.
“We shouldn’t,” he managed, thrusting into her hand.
“Why not?”
“You’re recovering.”
Her hand stopped at the top, her thumb and fingers sliding through the wetness there. “My right hand is just fine. And I think I owe you one.”
He stopped thrusting, opened his eyes, and peered intensely into hers. “You never owe me anything. Ever. Got it?”
“You’re right,” she said, resuming her stroking.
He allowed it. Her hand was much smoother and smaller than his, and she did this twist-slide-rotate thing that felt amazing.
“To be clear, I’m doing this because I want to. Because I’ve been fantasizing about touching you like this for weeks.”
He grunted. Just a few more seconds.
“And,” she continued, “if I could move around a little better, it would be my mouth around your cock, not my hand.”
“Fuck, Kate.”
“Show me how you like it,” she prompted.
He wrapped his much larger hand around hers and got her to tighten her grip while leaning over and kissing her, trying so hard to retain some measure of control. She was a fast learner, meeting his thrusts with eye-crossing pressure.
As good as it felt, he wanted her right there with him.
He removed his hand from hers and slipped it into her panties. If he’d had any doubts that she was as revved up as he was, they were quickly dispatched. His fingers slid into silken heat, wet and wanting. He teased her tight bud a little with his thumb, even as he slid one finger inside.
She gasped and moaned, the sound like crack to his already-jacked-up libido. She gripped harder and increased the pace of her strokes. He added a second finger to the first and synchronized the thrusts with those of his cock.
Before long, he felt the telltale tingle building deep and upped his game. Within minutes, she was clamping down around his fingers in a powerful O just as he was spilling into her hand.
Panting but happy, they slowly brought each other down. Her eyes blazed when he lifted his fingers to his lips.
Then, she fucking destroyed him when she did the same with hers.
“Fuck, Kate. That was ...” He didn’t even have a word for it. Of all the things he’d envisioned doing to and with her, mutual handies wasn’t among them, but damn.
“Hot,” she finished.
“Yeah, hot.”
She kissed him then, and that was even hotter.
“Okay,” she teased with a wicked grin, “now, you can go.”
He knew her touch would be devastating, but this sense of being so in tune with her afterward was an unexpected bonus. A new lightness filled his chest, the perfect chaser to the last few moments of bliss.
He nipped her bottom lip. “I feel so used.”
His woman laughed. “Get used to it. You can’t press something like that up against me all night and not expect me to take advantage.”
He laughed, too, probably the first time he’d ever done so with a woman in his bed. Then again, Kate was the first woman he’d ever brought into his personal space, so ...
“And, you know, thanks for what you did, too.” Her cheeks turned this beautiful shade of rose gold.
Mad Dog found it absolutely fascinating that she could talk about sucking his cock without batting an eyelash but blushed when expressing appreciation for a good finger bang.
“My pleasure.”
“Hmm,” she hummed. “Pretty sure it was mine.”
They shared more kisses, these more tender. More intimate. More. With each one, she became more ingrained in his soul.
“I need a shower,” he said, aware of the sticky mess in his pants.
“It’s a shame it isn’t bigger, or else I’d join you.”
Her words conjured images of running soapy hands over her wet, naked body, eventually culminating in hot shower sex. Unfortunately, his shower stall was barely big enough for him as it was. He thought of the cabins scattered across the property, his mind already drafting schematics to extend the bathroom and install a large shower area that would accommodate the things he had in mind. Multiple showerheads. A bench seat. Maybe some hand grips on the wall.
By the time he was finished with his shower, Kate had fallen back asleep. She looked so peaceful; he didn’t want to wake her. He left her pills on the bedside table along with a glass of water and a note, telling her he’d be back soon, and then he trekked over to the main building to bring back Sam’s magic elixir and a hot breakfast. He had stuff in the trailer but thought she’d appreciate Sam’s cooking more than instant oatmeal or cold cereal.