Lochlan

If the cabin at night had been romantic and cozy, in the morning it was spectacular. Morning sunlight set the frost glazed windows ablaze with shades of gold and nectarine, but through the misty veil of the curtains, the light came through soft and glowing, perfect for waking slowly.

I had better ideas for waking the woman still sleeping at my side, but no matter how my body burned for her, I couldn't bring myself to touch her. Not while she looked so peaceful with her knees drawn up and the white duvet bunched beneath her chin, exposing her bare back to me.

Groaning, I shook my head. When had backs become so fucking sexy?

Or maybe it was just how intimately acquainted I was with that back? I could describe in detail how her muscles moved around her shoulders as she fought to stay upright while I pounded into her from behind. My hands fit perfectly in curves above her hips, and I'd licked the sweat from her skin, sliding my tongue into the dimples of her lower back before working farther south.

Until last night, sex was an itch that occasionally needed scratching. My ego demanded that my partner leave the bed thoroughly satisfied, but there was always an understanding between us we were both there to take more than we were to give.

Millie, though... I scrubbed my hands down my cheeks, palms scraping against stubble. I was driven by a need to make her come apart just so I could put her back together. She wasn't a vessel to receive but an altar at which to worship.

And it wasn't just my response that baffled me. After our first round, we'd pulled apart the bed and remade it with fresh linens. The mess had embarrassed her, and I'd only stared at her in disbelief before telling her, "Feeling you come like that was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever experienced."

I meant it too, but she only blushed. A deep pink that turned scarlet when I threw towels down and told her they were for just in case. Right before I threw her legs over my shoulder and buried my face between her thighs.

The Lochlan before Millie would itch to get out of here and put some space between us. Maybe—and it was a big maybe—if the sex had been decent, I might spend the night with a partner and go for another round in the morning.

Yet, here I was perfectly content to stay in bed watching her sleep while wrestling with the fear that nothing so wonderful could last forever.

Bedding rustled as she rolled to her back, and the comforter slipped just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts. Patchy red marred her otherwise perfect skin, and unable to stop, I rubbed a finger over the angry spots and cursed myself for hurting her.

"Beard burn," she said, voice thick with sleep. She licked her lips and blinked twice before wiping the corners of her eyes. "It doesn't hurt. Pretty sure I have matching spots between my legs."

I laughed and pulled her to me. She tossed her leg over my hip, and I realized how easy it would be to move the sheet out of the way and slide inside her. Except we were out of condoms.

"Are you sore?" I asked her, shifting back a bit to reduce the temptation.

"A little," she admitted. Cheek on her palm, she studied me. "I haven't been with anyone in a long time, and it was never..."

"Never what?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too eager to hear her answer.

"Never like that."

"You mean no one ever made you squirt before?"

Millie groaned and slapped a hand on my chest. Rolling her face into the pillow, she muttered, "Can we not talk about that, please?"

"Talk about it?" My left hand developed a mind of its own and made its way to the heat between her legs. The first touch brought her out of the pillow with a gasp. "I have every intention of duplicating it."

"Lochlan."

My name was a whimper as her hips rocked. I pushed her to her back and drew the covers down so I could watch my finger sink into her. For this, condoms weren't necessary.

"Tell me what else made last night different."

I pushed her knees open. On my stomach, I added a second finger to the one pumping in and out. My mouth rested just over her clit—close enough she could feel my breath when I spoke, but not close enough to touch.

Looking up, my gaze skimmed over her soft stomach and breasts before settling on her eyes. They were half lidded and nearly black. Her plump lips parted.

"Tell me." A single swipe of my tongue. God, she tasted like heaven, but I denied myself anymore until she spoke.

"I've never come around a cock before."

The cock in question twitched and grew harder than it already was, and I had to rise on my knees to relieve the pressure. I considered jerking off while I worked, but after being squeezed in the warmth of her pussy, my calloused palm was unappealing.

To reward her for her answer, I dragged my tongue on either side of her clit, paying particular attention to the left side. I'd noticed last night how much she liked that spot.

"What else?" I asked, nuzzling her and slowing my fingers.

"I—I..." She threw her head back when my tongue passed over her favorite spot again. Her hands went to her breasts, and she tugged and twisted her nipples until they were rosy. "I think—I liked it when you spanked me."

That was a fact we'd already established in my office, which is why I'd done it again last night. It would seem it was a new discovery we shared. Before her, I would never have dreamed of getting rough with my partners. There had always been a fear that indulging in such behaviors would unleash the animal I felt lurking below the surface. The one that would turn me into the monster I hated the most.

But with her, I couldn't resist. Not because I took joy out of causing her pain. No. It was my way of claiming her.

I couldn't tell her that. Instead, I curled my fingers and hit her G-spot at the same moment I latched onto her clit and sucked hard. Her legs went straight. Toes pointed to the wall as she came with a breathy scream.

"Good morning to you too," she said as I settled back beside her. "Now let's see if we can do something about that."

She pointed to my stiff cock. I winked and tucked my hands behind my head. "Be my guest."

Millie paused and looked at me through a curtain of damp hair. "That's another thing."

"What?"

Head shaking, she lowered her lips to the tip of my cock. "I don't have to answer anymore."

Before I could argue, she opened her mouth and took me in until I hit the back of her throat. I grabbed her hair and moved it out of the way, wanting to see everything as she hollowed out her cheeks and pulled until I saw stars.

"Holy shit," I spit out as she slid up and down, each time edging a bit more of my cock down her throat, eyes watering only slightly.

Her breasts swayed with her efforts, and in an embarrassing matter of seconds, I could feel the tightening at the base of my spine. I fought against it, wanting to enjoy the sight before me as the irrational fear seized me we would never have this moment again. Not the pleasure, but the peace of the cabin where we were just two people who wanted to enjoy one another. No ulterior motives. No dangers. No lies.

Just Millie and Lochlan.

Her eyes lifted and locked on mine. The hands she'd kept anchored to my thighs raised, one cupping my balls, and the other chasing after her mouth as she bobbed up and down, and the war was over.

Instead of pulling off, Millie took me deep one last time, my cum filling her mouth. Her throat moved as she swallowed. The tight clench on my cock was almost as good as being inside of her.

She drew the covers up and over us both, putting her head on my chest, right over my still pounding heart. That's how we remained until the agency called to announce our car, and when we walked toward the main building, I caught her looking back at the cabin, her expression dark with the same fear I'd experienced earlier.

What had felt like a beginning, now felt like the beginning of the end.