Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

laughing as she strokes my beard and steals a kiss. “And so am I. But not
everyone has to love us, just the people who matter. That’s what I told you, but
you showed me: be yourself, and let those who are lucky enough to love you,
love you for who you are.”
I wrap my arms around her, kiss her hair, her temple, her cheek. My lips find
the corner of her mouth as she tips her head to meet my kiss. Slipping my hand
around her back, I hold her close. “I love you.” I tap her bum and squeeze. “So
much.”
She grins up at me. “And you love my butt.”
“It’s only fair. You love mine.”
Sighing, she kisses me, nuzzles my nose. “This cabin’s cozy. Let’s move
here.”
“I don’t think so. You’d never leave. You’d wall up the windows with books
and make Uber Eats use a four-wheeler to bring us Chinese.”
“That sounds like a brilliant existence.”
I smile down at her. “Where you go, I’ll go. I didn’t take you for a drafty
Pacific Northwest girl but…”
As if only by the power of suggestion, she shivers, her nipples hardening in
the cold. It makes parts of me harden, too. I stare at her, tenderly cupping her
breasts.
“Excuse me. Eyes up, Zenzero.”
I don’t glance up. I kiss each nipple, swirl my tongue and lick until they’re
stiff peaks and her breath comes shorter, faster. “What?” I ask.
“I—” She sighs, pulling me over top of her, taking my aching hard-on in her
grip, rolling her thumb over the exquisitely sensitive tip. “I forget. I was going to
argue about something, but this is much more enjoyable.”
“Frankie,” I whisper. Easing inside her, I hold her close.
“Ren,” she breathes against my skin.
My mouth finds hers, as I taste and savor and tease. As my hips roll, each
stroke steady and reverent. My hands find the soft swell of her breast, the velvet
between her legs. My fingers sweep over her, as her hands claim my shoulders,
then neck, as she sighs, quiet cries that grow in desperation.
The room is a haze of firelight and candle glow. Smoky air and sweat and
soft blankets tumbling to the floor. Her hands hold mine and tangle our fingers.
Glorious, tortured need, sharp demand course through my body.
I call her name, pressing my body deep inside her. Frankie clasps me close
and writhes beneath me, as the waves of her release catch me in their power and
take me with them.
On a gasp for air, I turn her with me, our bodies close, our hearts closer. I