Page 80 of Grumpy on the Mountain

"How do we taste together?" I ask, my voice rough with renewed arousal.

She releases my fingers with a soft pop that might just be the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen.

"Perfect," she whispers. "We taste perfect together."

Her eyes go wide, but she doesn't hesitate to finish the job she started. Her tongue darts out again, licking my fingers clean.

"Good girl," I growl, sliding my fingers deeper into her mouth.

Fuck it.I can't resist. I need to taste it myself, need to clean every drop of our combined essence from her perfect pussy.

I drop back to my knees, spreading her thighs wider, and run my tongue through her swollen folds. The taste explodes across my tongue… her sweet arousal mixed with the salt of my cum, the most intoxicating flavor I've ever experienced.

"Fuck," I growl against her skin, lapping at every trace of our juices. "You're right. Wearefucking perfect together."

She whimpers above me, her hands tangling in my hair as I worship her with my tongue, cleaning every inch of her thoroughly.

I can't get enough of the taste, the proof that she's mine, that I've marked her inside and out.

"Beau," she gasps, her hips rolling against my mouth. "Oh God..."

I lose myself between her thighs, savoring every drop, every sound she makes, the way her body responds to my tongue.

When I finally stand, pulling her back into my arms, I feel something shift in my chest.

"I love you," I tell her, meaning it with every fiber of my being.

"I love you too," she whispers back. "So much it scares me sometimes."

I nod and just hold her in complete silence… because I understand that fear. Love makes you vulnerable. Gives you something precious that can be taken away.

But as I hold her under the hot water, her body soft and pliant against mine, I let myself believe that maybe this time will be different.

Maybe this time, I get to keep something good.

We dry off and soon we're laying in bed, utterly satisfied and complete spent.

Molly curls against me, her head resting on my chest, one leg thrown over mine, her breathing already deep and even.

She looks peaceful in a way I've never seen before—no tension in her shoulders, no worry lines around her eyes.

Just perfect contentment.

"This is nice," she murmurs sleepily. "Falling asleep with you. Waking up with you. I could get used to this."

"You will," I promise, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She falls asleep within minutes, her body going completely limp against mine. I should follow her into unconsciousness—we've had a big day, an incredible night, and tomorrow we'll start planning this new life together.

But sleep won't come.

Instead, I lie there staring at the ceiling, my mind racing like it does every night when the sun goes down.

In my arms is the most incredible woman I've ever known.

She's chosen me, chosen this life, chosen to stay.

I have a job offer to consider from Jamie, too. It's an offer that's been there for years, and is always there for whenever I feel ready to integrate back into the world.