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  With her body still pulsing and shaking, she pushed up to look at his face. She’d half-expected to see a smug grin, but Ewan looked fierce and dark, his mouth glistening but pressed into a thin line. When his gaze met hers, his expression softened, becoming almost incredulous.

  “You’re amazing,” he said.

  She laughed, still breathless. “I think you’re the one who’s amazing, I mean, wow. That was . . . spot on.”

  A grin tugged the corner of his lips. “Thank you.”

  “Stand up,” she told him in a rough voice, her breath still hitching. “Get inside me.”

  He obeyed at once. His loose pajama bottoms were around his ankles in the next few seconds, and he gripped his cock in his fist, guiding it inside her with a careful, steady thrust that seated him to the hilt in one smooth stroke. They both cried out. Grabbing the front of his shirt, Nina pulled herself up a bit to get at his mouth. Kissing hard, she let him fill her mouth with his tongue. She sucked it in time to his thrusts, making him moan.

  She’d come so hard a few minutes ago that she’d been certain she wasn’t going to be able to get there again, but something in the way his cock hit her on the inside was sending spears of delirious pleasure through her. They fucked hard. Fast. The next time he gave her his tongue, she took it between her teeth and bit.

  She actually felt his cock stiffen even harder inside her. Ewan gasped a cry and gave her his tongue immediately again as he fucked faster and deeper inside her. Nina grabbed his face, holding him to her while she once more savaged his mouth with a brutal kiss that ended with a nip of his tongue, then his lips.

  “Yeah,” Ewan muttered into her mouth. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Please. That.”

  The clear delight in his voice, much the same as when he’d been between her thighs, tipped her closer to the edge. A few more thrusts, his pelvis grinding her in just the right spot, and she was about to go over. Surprised, since it was never this easy for her, certainly not a second time, Nina’s eyes opened. She looked directly into his.

  Ewan was close, she could tell. Furrowed brow, grim line of a mouth, sweat beading his brow. His thrusts stuttered for a second as she cried out, and then he bent to kiss her again. Again. Again.

  Her nails, blunt and serviceable as they were, nevertheless raked at his back. His cock got impossibly harder inside her. They moved together, climbing and climbing and climbing, getting ready to jump.

  Climax exploded inside her. She could only ride it. Rushing. Pounding. Crying out his name.

  Ewan was right there with her. He shuddered. Kissed her again, softer this time. Slowed. Stopped.

  She opened her eyes to lick away the taste of him, salt and sweetness and the faintest, barest bitter tang that might have been blood. She hadn’t noticed the way their limbs had tangled, arms entwined, her legs hooked behind his thighs. Neither of them moved at first.

  “Wow,” she said finally, surprised to find she had a voice. “High-five. That was beyond the telling.”

  Ewan burst into laughter and still inside her, lifted off her enough to slap her palm with his. “I’ve never been high-fived after sex before.”

  “When it’s that good,” Nina said, “it’s worth a high five. Hell, I think maybe you deserve a trophy.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  “There’s something about watching a man putter in the kitchen,” Nina said as she sipped at a glass of fresh spring water and gave a happy sigh. She lifted the class to look at the clear liquid. “You know what, this is probably teeming with bacteria, and I don’t even care. It tastes so good.”

  Ewan looked over his shoulder at her. He had a towel slung over the other one and an apron tied around his waist. He smiled. “Not like city water.”

  “Nope. Reminds me of where I grew up. We had a well. City water tastes flatter, somehow.” Nina looked up from the plate of sliced apples, cheese, crackers, and a few smears of mustard they’d found in the cupboard. She licked some off her finger now and eyed him. “This mustard is amazing. It’s the real stuff. Grainy and tart and tangy, an explosion of flavors on my tongue. Sometimes things taste so good I can hard stand it. A lot of the time, food is sort of bland. But every once in a while there’s some combination of something that triggers my tongue. And it’s out of this world. Try it.”

  He wiped his hands on the towel and took the slice of apple and mustard from her fingers with his mouth. She giggled at the nip of his teeth on her fingertips. Ewan moved back to the chopping board to cube some onions. “I love your appetites. All of them.”

  They’d spent the past couple of days in a sensual splendor. Even though every morning and every night and several times during the day Nina made sure to inspect the cabin and the yard for any signs of danger, they’d still had plenty of time for exploring each other in bed. And on the couch. And on the floor. And in the hammock in the backyard, although that one had left them chilly and bug-bitten.

  “Oh, do you? Well, I have to say I am quite enamored myself of my current view.” When he wiggled his hips back and forth, she giggled. “More, please.”

  “This?” Turning, knife still in one hand, Ewan rolled his pelvis. He moved side to side, one step at a time, doing what he hoped was a sexy bump and grind.

  Nina drew her feet up onto the chair. “More. Yes. That. But maybe after you finish cooking me dinner.”

  “Right. Yes.” He made a show of getting back to business. “How many calories a day do you need to consume?”

  “A lot. I don’t have an exact number. I eat until I’m not hungry anymore. Right after I woke up from the surgeries, I was ravenous all the time. I felt like I could never get full. It was all the work my body was learning how to do. Now I can get away with a few good-sized meals a day, if I get enough protein. But of course I can run longer on less than someone who’s not enhanced.”

  Ewan snagged another apple slice from her plate and crunched it. “I like watching you eat.”

  “Wow. All right, so that’s only the smallest bit creepy. Are you going to put me in a cage and ask me to stick out my finger every day to see if I’m fat enough before you put me in the oven?” she teased.

  Ewan snorted laughter. “There’s an obscure reference.”

  “Well, so far, it seems like all we’ve done here is eat and fuck. What am I supposed to think?”

  “We took a hike. We read some books. Shiny fine, you read some books,” he corrected himself at her look and brushed a kiss across her lips. “And there was the time you tried to drown me.”

  “You deserved it,” Nina said serenely.

  Ewan chuckled against her mouth. “Besides, I can’t think of any two activities I’d rather do than eat and make love to you.”

  When he tried to pull away, Nina captured his face with her hands and kept him in place so she could kiss him again. He waited, thickness already beginning in his cock at the anticipation of her nipping his tongue. He couldn’t stop the groan of pleasure at the tiny sting. She kissed him again, then let him go.

  “Food. Now.” She rapped the table with her knuckles and gave him a stern look.

  The knife clattered onto the counter when he tossed it, then he slid across the wooden floor to grab her hand. Nina yelped in surprise as Ewan pulled her to her feet. His bare chest and the thin material of his pants did nothing to shield the length of his growing erection.

  “Oh, my,” she said. “What’s that? Is this something for me to . . . eat?”

  “Why don’t you reach down there and see?” he offered nonchalantly even as he slid her hand over his skin, over the fuzzy, furry patch on his lower belly, and then . . .

  “Oh,” Nina breathed. “What. Is. This?”

  Ewan’s grin twisted when he groaned at the stroke of her fingers along him. “It’s for you.”

  “I like it.” She nuzzled at his throat with a soft intake of breath. She pulled away far enough to look into his eyes as she let her fingers move along him. He grew harder beneath her touch. She let her other hand drift up along h