Page 180 of Beneath the Mountain Sky

She may not have said the word, but she did agree to be my bride. To become Mrs. Killian McBride. This stunning woman, who had my baby, is going to be my wife.

And I can’t wait another second to show her how much she means to me in the only way I know how.

I quickly pull her hand away, shuck off my pants, and pull her shorts down her legs to give us better access to each other, then settle back in behind her. My hand slides between her legs again, and I slip one finger inside her, then a second, plunging into her heat.

She rolls against my palm, gripping my wrist.

Frantic.

Desperate.

The same way my heart beats and my blood rushes in my ears.

It’s not enough, not for either of us.

Pulling my hand away, I drag her left leg up and back over my thigh to open her up, then press the head of my cock at her slick entrance. “Remember, quiet, Honeybee.”

She nods as I glide into her, slowly letting her feel all of me.

Her chest vibrates with her groan, but she keeps biting her lip, holds the noise in somehow, even as I struggle not to roar at the feel of her hot cunt squeezing around my cock.

Every damn time feels like coming home.

Like finding the single place on this planet I was meant to spend forever.

I drop my forehead against her hair, inhaling that scent that I missed so much while she was away, that I craved to have back in my bed, in my house, in my lungs.

Lavender and honey…

And now I have confirmation that it will always be here.

Because I have everything I ever dreamed of.

This beautiful woman who wants to spend the rest of her life with me, our son, the future laid out in front of us that we always should have had.

I draw my hips back and thrust into her again, setting a smooth, slow rhythm.

Long.

Unhurried.

Strokes.

I want to savor her.

Every twitch of her body.

Every little moan and gasp she tries to fight.

Every clench around my length.

Every time the head of my cock catches at that spot deep inside of her, her legs tighten, her thigh struggling against my hold.

I slip my free hand under her and find her breast, tweaking her nipple as I continue to drive into her. Her body jolts in my hold, a tiny mewl finally falling from her lips that she can’t contain, despite her best efforts.

My movements become more erratic.

My thrusts harder and deeper.