Unbearable Desire: Lone Pine Pride, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF Page A

as much she did. And she really wanted it.
    His large hands shaped her curves and he gripped her ass, lifting her like a feather to bring her up to his altitude. She twined her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He was a great expanse of a man and there was something comforting about his sheer size—as if it would take a force of nature to shake her out of his arms.
    She ate into his mouth, trying to hold onto every moment, every delicious, dizzying sensation, but one moment slipped into the next without warning. Suddenly they were on the bed, half-clothed, and he was rumbling in that pussy-slicking voice about the lushness of her curves. Then his naked body was above hers, blocking out the limited light as he propped himself on straight arms above her, his face carved in lines of need. She gasped—sensation and time sharpening into a fierce reality when he pressed inside her, so big, almost too big, stretching her with that ache that made her almost want to stop. Almost.
    “Is this okay?” he rumbled, and she shivered at the sound, nodding frantically. She would kill him if he stopped now. He started to withdraw and she whimpered—but he was only rearing back to slide deeper and then she lost all awareness of the world beyond what was happening down there because Oh Holy Moses it was worth paying attention to. She keened, making sounds she’d never even imagined making and he grunted and rumbled and pulsed deeper, faster, and she became aware of the sounds of their bodies, the slap, the slam of the headboard into the wall, the growling and gasping. She screamed, adding another note to the symphony of sex and catapulted over into a hard, ripping orgasm that shuddered through her body in rough, jerking waves.
    “Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus,” she heard someone saying and realized it must be her because it wasn’t Hugo’s voice.
    She was still shaking and boneless, gasping for breath, when he pulled out, still hard, and flipped her, lifting her hips to shove a pillow beneath and angling her for the long slick slide of his dick into her body. Her cries broke on a half-scream and then he was driving her up again, so fast and hard and sweet she came again before she even had a chance to realize it was coming. He roared, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her back as he went rigid against her and met his release.
    Wow.
    He collapsed to the side so he wasn’t crushing her, rolling her so she was facing him, tucked against the landscape of his chest. When she could think again, she didn’t know what to say. Was you’ve ruined me for all other men an overstatement? It sure as hell didn’t feel like one.
    But it was Hugo who spoke first.
    “I’m sorry.”
    She smacked his shoulder with one limp arm. “Don’t ruin my afterglow.”
    His brow crinkled in a frown. “What?”
    “Do I look like I’m complaining? Please. I’m gonna ask you to do that again, just as soon as feeling returns to all my extremities.”
    “I just thought—I mean, I told you about Lucienne…”
    His beloved. The one he was trying to get over. Well, if this was what she had to do to get Lucienne out of his system, Moira would happily take one for the team. Or several for the team, if need be. Hell, she’d take several hundred.
    She tangled her arms around his neck. “Do you feel better?”
    He snorted. “I sure as hell don’t feel worse.”
    “See? My work here is done.” She grinned and stroked a hand down his body to where his erection was already showing signs of life. “Well, maybe not totally done.”
    Round two was slower, each touch stretching into a caress, each kiss an exploration. She was writhing and begging by the time he finally slid inside her, filling her with that mind-melting fullness. When he gathered her into his arms after, Moira pressed her face into the curve of his neck and inhaled deeply of his delicious Hugo scent.
    “Where do you go after this?” he rumbled and even seconds after