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We kiss for a long minute. His hips undulate against me, cock skating against naked flesh. He's wet at the tip, and I'm achy and empty and half asleep.

He rolls me a little further onto my stomach. He slides his big palm along my side again, gripping the back of my thigh and urging it up, making space for himself.

And then he's there. He drags his cock through the slickness between my legs, the blunt head nudging up against my entrance before sliding forward to tease my clit.

"Can I? Can I have you one more time?"

"Please…"

We groan as one when he glides back. When he pushes forward, he enters me so easily. I'm slick and open and soft with sleep, and he feels so good.

There's none of the urgency of last night, for all that we're both into it. He presses his chest to my spine, glues his lips to the back of my neck and fucks me nice and slow.

I go boneless, letting him have me. I'm half on my side and half on my front. His body is a sweltering heat all along my back, and the mattress holds me up. His cock is relentless as it fills me, his thrusts steady and strong, and I'm floating in a haze of pleasure.

After the longest time at that leisurely pace, he grips my breast and starts to move faster.

His voice, when he speaks, is strained. "Haley…"

"Yeah—yeah—"

He moans and sinks his teeth into my throat. His fingertips reach around to find my clit. He rubs there, nice and firm but not too hard.

"I can't. Have to…"

He shoves in deep. His cock kicks inside me, and then there's more wetness flooding me as he fills me with hot come. The sensation of him releasing inside me triggers my own orgasm.Climax rolls through me, as soft and warm as everything else about our pre-dawn lovemaking has been. I whisper his name and clench my eyes shut tight, pulsing around him as I bury my face in the pillow.

For a long moment, we lie there, panting. I'm half drifting off again, comfortable and well-fucked, but before sleep can fully embrace me, a slice of cool air invades our warm little pocket.

I grumble in protest, grabbing at him as he retreats, but he shushes me. He presses one last, lingering kiss to my lips, then another gentle one to the center of my brow.

"Sleep," he urges.

"But…"

"I'll be back before you know it." He smooths my hair back from my head, then stands, tucking the covers around me, but it's no replacement for his heat.

I watch through half-lidded eyes as he dresses in the dark. The clothes he pulls on are rugged clothes, work clothes, and that makes sense. He told me last night that taking the day off to help me clean out my grandmother's house put him behind. He has things to do at the mill. Rationally, I understand, but that doesn't make me any less pouty about it.

I roll over in the bed. His pillow smells like him, and I breathe it in, even as I'm sliding my hands down my naked body. I'm sore in all the right places, my thighs sticky from my own juices and Cayden's release. My breasts tingle from where they've been bitten and pinched, and if I shoved back the covers, there would be fingerprint bruises on my thighs and hips. I feel fabulous, basically. I suck in a deep breath and let it out long and luxurious.

"You sure I can't tempt you to stay?" I ask.

Cayden chuckles darkly as he tugs on his boots. "You are the most tempting thing I've ever seen." He approaches the bedagain and gives me one final, firm kiss. "Tonight," he says, and it sounds like a promise. One I'm going to hold him to.

For now, though, I let him go. He casts a glance back at me over his shoulder on the way out the door, his gaze wistful.

But then he's gone.

I drift for a while. I'm never aware of falling asleep again, but time seems to pass. When I open my eyes again fully, pale light streams through the gaps in the utilitarian, navy blue curtains. I strain my ears, but I only catch the sound of the wind outside. If there's anyone going about their life here in the house, they're being awfully quiet about it.

With a sigh, I cast the covers off. A sharp chill assaults me. I tug on Cayden's discarded flannel shirt from the night before, hugging it around myself as I scurry to the attached bathroom, where I take care of business and clean myself up from my morning sexcapades. I shake my head at myself as I do, because wow. This isnothow I expected my time on Lonely Peak to go.

Refreshed, I retreat back to Cayden's room. I didn't take the time to grab my things from the guest room, so I forego underwear and rummage through Cayden's drawers until I find a pair of sweatpants. I have to roll them up to a ridiculous degree, and I should probably cinch the waist, too, but they'll do. I'm just heading a few doors down the hall, anyway.

Or so I think.

Because the instant I step out into the hall, I run headlong into the one person in this house I don't want to see.