Page 81 of Devoured By the Forbidden Mountain Man

“Like that?”

Georgia repeated it before I could answer, increasing the pace until my control began slipping for an entirely different reason.

I stood without pulling out, and her arms tightened around my shoulders. “Rex.”

“I’ve got you.” I turned and lowered her onto the bed.

Georgia landed laughing, but the sound disappeared when I drove into her again.

The position gave me leverage I had not had with her in my lap. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder. Her eyes widened. The first thrust from the new angle went deep enough to pull a sharp moan from her.

I slowed immediately. “Too much?”

Georgia shook her head, breathless. “No. Just give me a second.”

I held still. Her fingers spread over my forearm while her body adjusted around me. Then she looked up. “Now.”

I moved. The deeper angle sent a sharp jolt through me. Georgia gripped the sheet beside her shoulder while I fucked her in a steady, controlled rhythm, each thrust drawing another response from her.

I kissed the inside of her calf where it rested against my shoulder. Her other leg wrapped around my hip.

The pressure in my body was building too fast now. Georgia watched my face and reached down between us again. “You’re close. So am I.”

That was enough to make me slow instead of rushing. I wanted her with me.

Georgia rubbed her clit while I shortened the stroke to keep the deeper angle. Her breathing broke apart.

I could feel the third orgasm gathering through the way her pussy tightened around me.

“I’m right here,” I told her.

Georgia’s gaze locked onto mine. A few strokes later her whole body tensed. She came with my name on her lips.

The contractions around my cock took the last of my restraint. I drove deep and held there.

My orgasm hit hard, pulling a rough sound from my chest while I came inside her. Georgia’s hand left her clit and caught mine against the mattress, our fingers tangling as the release moved through me.

For several seconds I could do nothing except breathe. Georgia’s leg slipped from my shoulder. I eased my weight onto one forearm and kissed her slowly. Her lips curved beneath mine.

When I finally withdrew, I stayed close enough that our thighs remained tangled.

Neither of us spoke for a while. The heater came on somewhere beyond the bedroom. Its quiet rush moved through the vents while our breathing settled and the damp heat on my skin cooled.

Georgia ran her fingertips through the hair at my temple. “You lost most of the vampire somewhere between the Lantern House and here.”

“I never had much vampire. Case is keeping the cape.”

I laughed and kissed her forehead. Then I got up long enough to bring water and a warm washcloth from the bathroom.

I handed Georgia the water and kept the warm washcloth. She drank while I cleaned us up, then set the glass aside as I climbed back into bed.

She rolled toward me immediately. Her head settled against my shoulder, one bare leg sliding between mine beneath the blanket. I rested my hand at her waist.

The room looked ordinary around us. My boots were near the dresser. Her costume was draped over the chair where neither of us had put it carefully. The black shirt I had worn to the party lay half under my trousers on the floor.

Georgia belonged in the middle of the mess so naturally that the thought I had been avoiding all evening stopped feeling premature. I already knew I wanted her here; the harder question was whether I had the nerve to ask for something that could not be disguised as useful.

Georgia traced one finger over my chest.