Strong arms squeezed tightly around her middle, waking Lou Ellen up. She smoothed her hand up the lightly-furred forearm she’d been snuggling to her body to pull his hand up closer to her sore breasts, while pushing back against the steely erection nestled into the crease of her ass.

She’d forgotten just how delicious it was to wake up in a man’s arms.

Wake up? Hell, it felt like they’d barely been asleep.

She knew now that Griff’s claim to be old enough to know what he was doing, yet young enough to go the distance hadn’t been bragging. She’d forgotten all about age when he put his mouth and talented hands on her.

He proved to her making love was ageless when two souls connected like theirs had. And she found out, sex was like riding a horse—she had no problem getting back into the saddle. With a sigh, she stretched and her hair dragged through his beard stubble as she turned in his arms. Their bodies melted together and she lifted her face to kiss his chin.

“Again?” he grumbled, kissing her forehead, but his hand slid down the curve of her waist to pull her hips closer.

Goosebumps raised on her flesh and she shivered as she lifted her leg to his thigh. He sucked in a sharp breath, then moaned as his cock settled between her legs. The corner of her mouth kicked up as she wiggled her hips until he was at the center of her heat.

“You not up to the challenge, Mr. Young Enough?” she asked, nipping his lower lip.

One of his eyes popped open to glare at her before he growled, his fingers dug into her hip and he flipped her onto her back, pinned her with his leg between her knees and covered her mouth with his. Lou Ellen moaned into his mouth as her body caught fire, dug her nails into his shoulders and kissed him back just as fiercely. His hand skimmed down her stomach to the apex of her thighs and she whimpered when the tips of his fingers dipped inside.

God, she hadn’t thought about him torturing her with orgasms again when she started this new round. She thought he’d just take her fast and quick, but it looked like there was nothing fast about this man. He rolled the oversensitive bud between his fingers and she moaned as she writhed under his touch.

Moisture flooded her already wet folds and she reached to stop his hand when she didn’t think she could take more, but he laughed as he dragged his mouth from hers.

“Can’t take what you dish out, sweetness?” he asked, his voice raw with passion.

Before she could answer, he devoured her mouth again, his fingers played her body like a fine-tuned instrument and delicious pleasure swamped her body with every note. Lou Ellen lost her place in time and space, she floated higher on wave after wave of pleasure, sang it out for him, until she was mindless and desperate to feel him inside of her. But he kept pushing her until she fell over the edge into sensual oblivion, until she shook violently with another mind-blowing climax, and he held her until the tremors stopped.

She felt his smile on her cheek as he moved his hand to her breast. He lifted up and spread her knees wider then settled there. He lifted her leg over his elbow and leaned in to cover her mouth in a gentler kiss as he pushed into her body and moaned.

Lou Ellen had had a fair amount of sex in her life, with at least six different men. Four of those men were great lovers. She had never been with anyone who made it a transcendental experience like this man did.

He pushed deeper with another thrust, her body stretched and pulsed around him and he stopped to move his hand up to stroke her cheek.

“I guess you can take as good as you give, beautiful,” he said, and the soft intimacy of the gesture, the adoration in his voice, his smile, made her pounding heart squeeze hard.

You cannot let yourself love this man, Lou Ellen. But she knew that was a toothless warning. She’d had this feeling inside twice in her life, so she knew exactly what it represented.

Griff held her gaze and their souls connected as he made a final thrust to fully enter her body. She knew he didn’t have to make another thrust to be fully inside her heart. While he held her hips and moved in and out of her body, Lou Ellen plotted to figure out how she could keep him in her life.

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Griff woke up and a delicious, decidedly feminine smell greeted him. Warmth like he hadn’t known in a long time filled him and a deep, satisfied sigh escaped his lips as he opened his eyes. He hugged the hot female body pressed to his tighter. Lou Ellen stirred, and turned her face back to kiss his shoulder. His hand skimmed over her hip to squeeze her ass, and he was shocked he was ready to go again.

But the alarm on her phone going off said there wouldn’t be time for that. There wouldn’t ever be time again if they found Layla today. Was it wrong of him to hope they wouldn’t? That he would have one more day with her?

He moaned as he rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm. Yes, it was wrong. They had to find her today, or there might not be a tomorrow for her.

Lou Ellen rolled over and snuggled into his chest, her hand dove under the sheet and he groaned when her fingers curled around him. Her thumb stroked the head of his cock, and he knew he had to stop her. And he had to stop himself of having the fantasy of waking up with her like this every morning. If they found Layla today, he would be sleeping in his sleeping bag tomorrow night. But he would move his tent, so they would never find him.

“It’s time to get up, Queenie,” he said, his voice morose. “We need to hit the road.”