Page 104 of Beneath the Mountain Sky

Her mouth opens slightly. She pants and nods. “I’m okay.”

Slowly, she starts to ease herself down onto me, inch by inch. Her tight, wet core cocoons me, and by the time she fully seats herself, my entire body tremors with the effort it takes to hold back.

My hands find her hips and squeeze gently, afraid of hurting her, then I glide my palm up to her ribs and press against the healing bruise there. “If this hurts too much…”

Willow pushes up, allowing me to slide out until only the tip remains in. Squeezing, she sinks down slowly, her mouth falling open on a silent cry. “Oh, God, it doesn’t!”

She’s lying.

I’ve cracked enough ribs in my day to know it has to hurt.

But whether she’s lying or it’s merely the adrenaline and endorphins, all the hormones raging through her that allow her to keep going, it doesn’t seem to matter to her.

She starts a slow rhythm, and I slide my hands lower to help lift her so that it isn’t so much work. Leaning forward, she braces her hands on my bare chest, one directly over my heart, the other over the top peak of McBride Mountain.

Her hips roll as she glides back down, squeezing me so tightly I grit my teeth to keep from coming immediately.

“Fuck, Willow. I’m not going to last. I’m not?—”

She silences me with a kiss, rocking forward, the change of angle allowing me to brace my feet and push up into her even deeper.

A gasp falls from her lips against mine, the sound so heady and filled with so much need and emotion that tears start to pool in my eyes for the time we lost.

For how I hurt her.

For whatever she suffered while she was gone.

For the situation we have found ourselves in.

For all of it.

She lowers her forehead to mine and starts moving again, meeting each of my cautious upward thrusts with a down-slam of her hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis, exactly the way I know she likes it, the way that will build her up and allow her to fly.

Her arms start to shake, and her thighs quiver along my sides.

“You’re close, baby?”

She nods and whimpers, pulling her lip between her teeth and biting down as she continues to roll her hips against mine.

I slide my hand up around her neck, and she whimpers, that needy mewl that I know means she’s about to come tumbling out of her.

Yes.

She’s almost there.

So close.

I squeeze gently, the way I know she likes it, not hard enough to restrict her breathing, just enough to let her know it’s there, and she detonates, her body spasming as I continue to pump into her, her breath catching, her pussy squeezing my cock and finally drawing out my own release.

My breath rushes out of me, along with my orgasm, and I drive into her four more times, releasing deep inside her before she finally comes down and collapses on top of me, both of us finally letting go of all the things that have been holding us back since her return.

Not anymore.

The worst thing I ever did was not be completely honest with her, not give her the opportunity to talk me off the ledge I was balancing on in my own head when it came to our future together.

I may have tried to hold on to my secret, tried to prevent her from knowing what I’d done, but coming clean appears to have been what I should have done from the beginning.

And maybe it will be all she needs to help bring her memory back so I can keep her safe.