We hadn’t even caught our breath from the first time. Jason was still inside me—deep, thick, softening only slightly—his hips pressed tight against mine, both of us leaning against the rough pine trunk. My back was scratched from bark, breasts tingling from the friction, thighs slick and trembling around his waist. My arms were looped around his neck, fingers buried in his hair, holding on like he might vanish again if I let go. His forehead rested against mine. Our breaths mingled—hot, ragged, tasting of salt and each other. I could feel his heartbeat slamming against my chest, matching the frantic pulse between my legs. He was still hard enough that every tiny shift of his hips sent fresh sparks through me. He lifted his head just enough to look at me. Eyes molten gold. Jaw clenched. Sweat dripping from his temple down the side of his face “You’re shaking,” he said—voice low, wrecked, almost reverent. “I know.” My own voice cracked—hoarse from screaming his name into th
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