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stroking him with her pussy until he thrust up into her. He gripped her
    hair in one fist and guided her with his other hand on her hip.
    They settled into their rhythm, slow and steady, until even their breathing was in sync. She looked down into his eyes and saw
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    the moment when orgasm overtook him and he lost control. She
    had never felt so desired in her entire life.
    She kept riding him, stroking him, coaxing every sensation
    from him that he had given her. So was so focused on pleasur-
    ing him she didn’t notice how close she was to orgasm herself
    until his thumb found her clit and she exploded around him
    in a gush of wetness. Gasping and grinding on him until she
    couldn’t stand the intensity of sensations coursing through her body, she collapsed on his warm, damp chest.
    “Oh my god,” she gasped, still in the aftermath of her climax.
    “Oh my.”
    He laughed, a deep rumbling sound that made him twitch
    inside her and sent ripples from her thighs to her scalp. “You
    have a way with words—and with your body.”
    She breathed him in, absorbing every second of the experience
    so she could recall it later and relive it when he was thousands of miles away and had forgotten. She wouldn’t forget. Not ever.
    “Susannah? Are you crying?”
    She started to deny it, but he cupped her damp cheek and
    sighed. “What did I do?”
    Sniffling, she shook her head. “Nothing. Not a thing. It
    was . . . incredible.”
    “And that makes you cry?”
    She swallowed hard and asked the question that weighed on her
    heart. “Tonight is incredible, but . . . what about tomorrow?”
    He tilted her chin up so that he could meet her tearful gaze.
    “Tomorrow we’ll get your sister married off to Brad.”
    “And then?” She didn’t know why she was pushing him. He
    had promised her one night and they still had so much time left,
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    but now that her body was satisfied, at least temporarily, her
    heart demanded the same satisfaction.
    “This ‘thing’ between us is more than sex,” he said. “You
    know that.”
    She nodded, even though it wasn’t a question.
    “Now that we’re both free, I don’t think it will wait another
    four years to be satisfied.” He ran his thumb over her bottom
    lip, swollen from his kisses. “Do you?”
    She nipped his thumb and smiled. “No.”
    “I know it won’t,” he said. “I won’t let it. I’ve let you go twice without telling you how I felt. I don’t intend to do it again.”
    “I leave for Seattle tomorrow,” she reminded him.
    “We’ll make this work.”
    He sounded so determined, she knew it was true. “I hope
    so.”
    He leaned down and kissed her. “We will. And I have all
    night to convince you.”
    Susannah tucked her head against his shoulder and looked
    out the window that faced the woods behind the inn. The snow
    had finally stopped and the moon shown brightly in the mid-
    night sky.
    Winter had come early to Minerva and worked its magic—
    her heart believed anything was possible now.
    About Krishna Wright

    KRISTINA WRIGHT is an award-winning
    author who loves writing stories that are emotionally
    compelling and sexually charged. Her erotic fiction has
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    appeared in over fifty print anthologies, including Best
    Women’s Erotica , The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, and Dirty Girls: Erotica for Women . She also received the Golden Heart Award for Romantic Suspense from Romance
    Writers of America for her first novel Dangerous Curves .
    She holds a BA in English, an MA in humanities, and
    is completing a certificate in women’s studies while
    entertaining the idea of pursuing a PhD. For more
    information about Kristina’s writing and academic
    interests, visit her website www.kristinawright.com.
    Six Weeks on
    Sunrise Mountain, Colorado
    by Gwen Masters

    The weathered old porch creaked as Fletcher rocked back and
    forth in the chair. The moon slowly came up over Sunrise
    Mountain,