Rocky Mountain Haven
caught between their bodies, the heat of it branding her belly. When he finally pulled away, they both gasped for air.
    “Fucking need to be inside you. Now.”
    “Yes, please…yes.” She would have begged for longer but there was no need. Her desperation was reflected in his eyes as well. He stood her on her good leg and took hold of her injured one.
    “Tell me if this hurts.”
    He lifted her thigh slowly, cautiously, watching her face the whole time. The angle took the pressure off the nerves that were usually pinched and sore, and she tugged his hips to get him closer to where she needed him. “It’s good, it’s good. Oh God, now, please .”
    He lined up the head of his shaft, nudging against her labia, slowly opening her. He rocked his hips a few times, slipping against her, and it felt so amazing she panted for air, clutching him in an attempt to pull him farther in.
    He clasped her chin with his free hand and, as their eyes met, powered into her body.
    Full.
    Stretched apart.
    Aching and wanting and—damn, it felt amazing. She watched his eyes flicker for a second before he dropped his forehead to hers. “That is about the hottest sensation I’ve ever felt. Fuck.” He took a deep breath. “You good, darling?”
    There was no way on earth she could speak. She nodded.
    Slow, even, tortuous, wonderful. He withdrew, paused, then thrust in again. Her breath shot out as his cock rocketed in, and she clutched his shoulders, closing her eyes to let the sensations take control. Let him take control.
    He filled her completely, his girth stretching her more than she ever remembered. Maybe it was the angle, maybe it was because they were both panting with desire. Maybe it was the fact that outside the door there were people innocently swimming laps, but she’d never been so turned on before in her life. Every plunge rubbed spots inside that in turn lit nerves on fire in chain reactions throughout her body. Her breasts bounced as he rammed himself deep into her core, the broad expanse of his chest rubbing her now screamingly sensitive nipples on every stroke he delivered. Beth’s world diminished to the sensory overload enclosed in the small chlorine-scented space.
    Everything moved in slow motion as she opened her eyes and gazed into his. He returned her stare, his dark pupils mesmerizing, his wicked, sinful grin breaking at the corner of his mouth.
    “Fucking against the wall. You ever done this before? Feel the cold of the concrete behind you, feel the heat of my cock as I ream you in two. It’s good, ain’t it darling? All for you. Every succulent, desirable…” He drove into her harder still, and alarms went off in the back of her brain. This wasn’t going to be just an orgasm; it was going to be cataclysmic. “…every fuckable inch of you.”
    Her climax drew closer, hovering out of reach.
    “Come for me again. I’m going to…” a deep-seated thrust, “…take you with me…” another, “…you feel so fucking good squeezing my cock…” another, “…come on, darling.”
    She came undone. Between the relentless strokes, the dirty talk and the whole naughtiness of the situation, the earth unraveled and took her with it. His mouth clamped down on hers as she started to cry out, the need to express the pleasure tearing her apart, overriding the logical sections of her brain. His tongue slammed into her mouth as his cock drilled her once again, and he jerked within her, his release shaking them both as he pinned her to the wall with his weight. Their kisses changed slowly, turning gentler, wet pleasure passing back and forth as their air exchanged—open mouths gasping against each other.
    Daniel lowered her leg slowly. She let out a squeak of pain, the return of weight on the limb a stark contrast to the endorphins of pleasure racing through her. He soothed her, stroking his hand over her hip, kissing her forehead.
    They were still connected intimately, his chest crushing her breasts. She swore

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