from penetrating her completely. It was the tenderness of his kiss that finally eased her anxiety and allowed her to ignore the sting of his initial entry and focus instead on how incredible it felt to have him inside of her. Fire licked through her belly, a strange mixture of pleasure and pain; each sensation fighting for dominance.
Jack withdrew slowly, only to drive himself into her with such force Abby let out a strangled cry. Not because it hurt, but because it set off a chain reaction of such rapturous physical heat and passion that she was incapable of containing it. Curling her legs around his hips, Abby urged him on, welcoming each hard, quick thrust as the heavy coiling deep in her abdomen ignited a hunger and need that only Jack could satisfy. As she arched her back, the sound of the low, primal growl rumbling in Jack’s throat sent her senses spiraling out of control, snapping the coil sexual tension like the springs on a trap.
That same feral growl caught in her own throat as waves of pleasure swept through her, throwing her into an explosive and violent climax. Her muscles contracted, tightening around Jack’s heated flesh and triggering a shuddering release as he buried himself to the hilt one last time
His kisses gentled, his touch soft and feathery against her skin. She no longer felt the burning ache from the torture she’d put her body through that first day. It had been replaced by a warm tingling that seemed content to stay with her until she fell asleep. Jack eased himself out of her and rolled onto his back, pulling her close to his side.
“Sleep now, baby,” he whispered, and she did.
***
Jack woke only minutes before the first rays of the morning sun found their way to the mountain. Abby was asleep in his arms, her warm body snuggled up close to his side. He knew he’d hurt her with his love making, but once they’d begun he hadn’t been able to hold back. He also knew she’d gotten a great deal of pleasure from it and, judging by the soft smile on her face, the feeling was still with her.
He drank in her beauty, unable to comprehend the strong emotions churning inside of him. They barely knew each other, yet he felt he’d known her all his life, had waited forever for her to find him. The delicate skin around her mouth and on her cheeks still had faint red marks where his beard had rubbed against it. Jack’s hand went to his face and he decided he wasn’t going to be responsible for marring that exquisite skin again.
Easing his arm from beneath her head, Jack crept out of bed. Then he yanked his jeans on, slipped out the sliding glass door, and sprinted up the path to his cabin.
***
Abby woke with the remnants of a deliciously erotic dream still clinging to her sleep drugged mind. It took a while for her head to clear, and with it came the realization that it wasn’t a dream at all but a memory of last night. She opened her eyes groggily, a drunken smile instantly forming on her lips. Jack . Rolling slowly onto her back, Abby was sinfully conscious of the fact that the soreness in her muscles had more to do with Jack’s fierce love making than her failed effort at chopping wood.
The smile faded when she didn’t find him sleeping beside her as she’d expected. An empty ache settled in her chest. She couldn’t really blame him for bolting and running after she’d practically begged him to make love to her. And she should have felt ashamed at how easily she’d let him into her bed, but Abby didn’t feel a stitch of guilt. Instead, that soft, dreamy smile worked its way back onto her face.
God, he had a beautiful body. She’d grown up with a house full of alpha males, not one of her brothers measuring less than six foot three, so she felt a certain amount of comfort with Jack’s size rather than the trepidation most women
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