Page 92 of Rocky Mountain Devil

Pressure rose, faster and faster. He linked his free hand with hers, their fingers tangled as he pressed them to the bed. “Sitko…”

He groaned, and she lost control, another orgasm sweeping her away as she stared up at him. His eyes went glassy, or maybe it was her vision blurring as she came hard, her sex clamping down on his cock as if she was never letting go.

Rafe pulsed his hips rapidly—small strokes. His abdomen brushed hers as he rocked, and whatever else he was doing dragged out her climax until her ears were ringing and she was gasping for air.

Then he pressed his lips to her neck, growling as he came. His body tight, like an iron sculpture over her, trapping her, caging her…

Freeing her.

She slid her hands through his hair, whispering his name. Brushing her lips over his face as he twisted toward her. Chests heaving as they fought to come back down to earth.

Then mostly silence, although she swore she heard bells ringing. The rasp of his moan of approval sounded as he rolled to one side, slipping from her body but taking her with him until she was draped over him.

Laurel laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart pound. “Wow.”

“Right?” He trailed his fingers over her back, stroking gently. “You good?”

“Great.”

“Perfect.”

“Yeah—I knew that.” Laurel bit her lip to keep from laughing, but it trickled out anyway, her words tumbling together as she tried to keep her voice steady. “That was so much fun.”

“It was.” He tilted her head so he could kiss her lips before rolling them apart. “Give me a second, then we can cuddle.”

“Hmmm, a man who likes to cuddle. This is why I’m with you.” His ass flexed as he stepped toward the bathroom, and Laurel sat up to appreciate the view.

“I know. You had this theory back in tenth grade. Only losers wouldn’t figure out that cuddles were three steps away from sex…”

“I never said that,” Laurel protested.

The water turned off, and he stuck his head around the corner to grin at her, his gaze dropping over her body. Lingering on her breasts. “Sure you did.”

“Did not.” She narrowed her eyes as he marched back to the bed. “And how in the world are you still hard? You just came.”

“This?” He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it.

She swallowed, a shiver rippling over her.

“You don’t think once is enough when you’re in my bed, naked, do you?” Rafe dropped to the mattress, trapping her under his body.

She took a deep breath. “Good. I was worried I’d worn you out.”

His blue eyes flashed. “I don’t have anywhere to be until nine a.m. tomorrow. You?”

“Same.”

“Good.” Rafe leaned in close. “I think you were perfect, butIneed more practice. We’d better start now.”

“In the interest of perfection, by all means.” She laughed against his lips.

Rafe let out a huge, long-suffering sigh before he inched back to smile at her. “What?”

“I’m thankful for you,” she admitted. “My slow, yet impatient, fuck-me-through-the-bed, not-at-all-able-to-hold-back boyfriend whostillcalled meSitkowhen he came.”

His smile widened. “Told you. Not yet perfect. I’ll work on it.”

She could handle that, arching against him and letting herself fall into pleasure as he worked on being perfect.