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The world fel away. There was only this, only Iestyn, his hot, urgent voice in her ear, his hard, insistent body at her back, his knowing hands . . . He covered her, animal, intimate, and intent, fil ing her.
Stretching her.
Lara tightened in wicked anticipation, on edge with excitement. She had never felt like this before, never been like this, wanting, needy, naked, raw. His clever hands pressed with devastating accuracy right where she needed him most, and she made a choked sound in her throat and hitched against him, pushing back, the heat and the need coiling inside her.
Another stroke of his broad head against her sensitive flesh. “Is this what you want, Lara?”
Oh, God, she was melting, she was dying, she was burning up. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the sweet agony.
“You know it is.”
He made a low sound, approval or triumph. “Then take it,”
he said, and slammed his ful length into her.
Dark suns exploded behind her closed lids. She cried out, her hands curled, her body clenched in pleasure. He eased from her, a slow, wet caress, and drove in again, jolting her against the hood of the Jeep.
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Blindly, she tried to reach back, to touch him. Her fingers curled into his flanks. Bent forward, she was powerless to hurry or control him. She could only accept him, al of him, as he surged into her, his breathing ragged, imprinting her with his scent, his body, making her feel him in every muscle and nerve.
She absorbed the heavy, driving thrusts, taking him again and again. She wanted,
Her muscles constricted around him. His fingers bit into her as he plunged hard and deep, and she ground her teeth on his shirt and came and came, exploding under and around him, helpless to do anything but feel.
His hands clamped on her hips. She felt the deep, hard spasm of his body, the hot release of his breath against her nape as he shuddered and was stil .
Quiet, except for the rasp of his breathing, the thud of her heart.
Slowly, she became aware of smal , inconsequential things.
The rustle of leaves. A crick in her back. The wetness between her thighs.
She sighed and opened her eyes. Sunlight slanted through the trees, il uminating the floating motes above the forest floor. She’d just had car sex, she thought wonderingly.
Naked outdoor car sex with a selkie.
Bria would have been proud.
Iestyn withdrew from her body, the dragging friction setting off aftershocks in her sensitive flesh. She shivered.
He dragged her up, tucking her head under his jaw, cradling her against his body. His chest was warm and damp.
She turned her face into his neck and closed her eyes.
Should she say something? What could she say? Usual y she was better with words than with feelings, but his F o r g o t t e n s e a 21 1
assault on her senses, her own carnal craving, had left her speechless, sore, and unsettled.
And oddly free of regrets.
Iestyn raised his head and framed her face with his hands.
“I was rough with you.”
Sudden moisture sprang to her eyes. She could handle rough. His tenderness threatened to destroy her. “Are you apologizing?”
He watched her careful y. “Do I need to?”
“No, I liked it. It was nice.” She winced at the woeful y inadequate word. “Different.”
The laughter sprang back into his eyes. “Different good or different bad?”
“Different for me,” she clarified. “I’m not usual y so . . .”
“Different for me, too.” He stroked her hair back from her face, tucking a strand behind her ear. His golden eyes were warm, searching. “You’re different.”
More than anything, she wanted to believe him. “I bet you say that to al the girls.”
“Only you. Two lost souls,” he murmured.
She swal owed the sudden lump in her throat. “We’re not lost. Maybe we don’t know exactly where we’re going, but we’re here now. Together. For the first time in my life, maybe that’s enough.”
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