She didn’t want to wait, but she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted until she got what she wanted as well. Lillie scrambled for his zipper and pulled his cock free, wiggling her hips to the edge of the counter.
Jim was just as eager, grasping the root of his thick shaft to line them up perfectly. Then they both watched as he slid into her all the way. Deeper than his fingers, deep enough she trembled.
So deep they were one person, and she never wanted them to be apart.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Jim pulled back just so he could press forward all over. He repeated the move three times, a half dozen, until she lost track. Until they were both gasping. His speed increased, rubbing her clit perfectly as he arched over her and ground his pelvis against her on every stroke.
And his eyes—mesmerizing. A magnet holding her gaze. He teased his thumb over her clit, and her climax hit.
That’s when he said it again.
“I love you.”
Locked together, arms wrapped around each other’s torsos, touching intimately. Their hearts as one.
It could have been hours later when they finally loosened from their clinch. His breath made her hair sway as he clutched her, his forehead pressed to her neck. Then a low chuckle shook his chest, growing louder and harder as she ran her hands over his shoulders.
Jim spoke, the words rumbling out lusty and full of happiness. “I’m sorry for ruining your bucket list.”
Lillie lifted her fingers to straighten his hair, sensual satisfaction still pounding through her veins as she pondered the comment. “When did you ruin my bucket list?”
He grinned as he pulled out and tucked things away. “You wanted to have a final fling before going to meet your fiancé. You failed.”
Oops. “I didn’t do that very well, did I?” Mischievous thoughts danced in her brain, and she didn’t attempt to rein them in. “Well, we’re not married yet. So, you know, if we go back to Vegas, I bet I could convince Damon—”
Jim’s growl was back, echoing through the kitchen loud enough to set the pots hanging over the stove swaying. Lillie wiggled off the counter, darting out of reach and flipping through the doorway back to the foyer.
He chased her, his mocking roars mixing with her laughter as she dashed up the stairs and headed for safety.
“You’d better be headed to our bedroom, wench,” he warned.
She paused at the top of the stairs, eyeing all the doors lining the wall, and wondered which one hid the master suite. “Shit, you build them big.”
Strong arms caught her up, and he smiled happily as he carried her to the proper room. “I’m a grizzly. We do everything bigger.”
Epilogue
Jim strolled the hallway, his fingers tangled in Lillie’s. She continued to chatter on about something she’d discovered during her trip into Whitehorse, and it wasn’t that he was ignoring her…
He was so delighted with how well things had turned out over the past couple weeks, he couldn’t focus on her words because he was completely obsessed with the woman uttering them.
He tugged her to a stop, settling onto the bench overlooking the grand foyer and lifting her into his lap so he could stare at her face. “Tell me again.”
“I was in town this morning, and the Alpine Bakery is even more delicious than Peter told me.” She traced her hands along his collar, straightening him with the easy affection he’d come to crave from her. “The local wolf pack are a funny lot. I spotted a bunch of them on Main Street, and they were setting up some kind of dog-sled races. I mean, not in their wolf forms, but in human. It was sweet.”
Jim smiled at her enthusiasm. “There’s a community event planned for the weekend. I’ll be sure to take you, if only to keep all those wolves from getting to make passes.”
“They aren’t nearly as stiff and uptight as the wolves in Glasgow.”
“Good to know. Not that we need to have much to do with them.”
“Well, one of them owns this great computer shop, and she’s working on getting better internet service established, so that would be nice.” She stuttered to a stop, blushing slightly.
Jim narrowed his gaze. “I thought you gave up hacking.”
“I did,” she exclaimed, slipping her gaze away as she played with his tie. “Mostly.”
“Lillie…”
Her hazel eyes sparkled, amusement rising as she smiled innocently. “Just remember, if you ever need the lowdown on any of your competitors, I’m only a squeeze away.”
A loud banging sounded from the front door, drawing their attention. Peter hurried across the pristine granite, pulling the grand doors open as Jim took to his feet, keeping protective watch over Lillie.