“Pauline,” he whispered when he pulled back. “God. Pauline.”
He was so close now, neither of them wanting to pull away, that they were rocking together, riding the high of pleasure as long as it would last.
It broke for her first. She crested, and climaxed. Tears leaked from her eyes as she quaked and spasmed, clenching so hard around him, feeling every inch of him inside her, bringing her pleasure, making her his.
“God,” he ground out, and followed her, pulsing deep inside her, and collapsing with her still in his arms.
There followed a long, warm, happy, sweaty silence.
Pauline treasured the new feeling in her chest. How had she ever lived without it? What had she even been, before now?
Then she shifted her attention to her mate. She was struck by a burning, atavistic possessiveness. That man was hers. Every muscle, every gleam on his skin, every touch of his hands. All hers.
It felt like she’d swallowed the sun, there was so much light inside her.
And it would be for forever.
***
Carlos
Carlos held his mate in his arms, listening to her breathe, and wondered how the hell he’d never realized he was missing this.
His life, in retrospect, had been so incredibly lonely. The closest he’d come to family, as an adult, was his platoon. And he’d left them behind to go...make money.
Which didn’t mean a single thing without someone to enjoy it with.
It was terrifying. Carlos wasn’t afraid of much, but he was struck with a deep thrill of fear at the thought that he might never have come here, might have decided to just go to Bali, or pick a charity and devote his life to it, rather than lingering in Glacier Park. And then he would never have known this feeling.
This woman.
This woman who was his. This loving, generous, beautiful, smart, capable woman. Carlos wanted to find her ex-husband and give him a beating for treating her like she wasn’t worth keeping.
Although...he couldn’t imagine having come here and found out she was married. No. That was unthinkable.
Better to focus on the present. On her warm body in his arms, the sweet scent of her hair. The flush on her cheeks from their lovemaking.
She’d been so passionate. She was reserved, out in public. And now that Carlos knew that this was hiding inside her, he’d be holding that knowledge close and taking pleasure in knowing something that no one else would. God, the way she smelled when she came. It was like the scent bypassed his brain entirely and just filled his body with desire.
He couldn’t wait until he’d made love to her so many times that he knew her body inside and out. And at the same time, he wanted to draw that process out as long as possible, because he knew the discovery would be a pleasure and a joy.
***
Pauline
Pauline drifted awake from a nap, to the most luxurious feeling of warmth and light that she could remember. When had her bed gotten so comfortable?
No, she realized, it wasn’t the bed—it was the way she was pressed up against the side of the man next to her. Carlos was a quietly breathing furnace, giving off a delicious heat that warmed her to her core.
“Mmmm,” she sighed, and he stirred. When those dark eyes blinked open and focused on her, he smiled.
“Good evening,” he said.
“Good evening.” Pauline leaned in for a kiss, and got one in spades. Wow. She might just melt into the mattress and stay there forever.
Her phone buzzed.
“Hold that thought,” she sighed, and reached for it.