And different. Maybe because he was so intently present and focused on her every breath. When her eyes started to close, and her breathing quickened, he knew. When her cunt tightened around him, he grinned and increased his force slightly, then lifted enough he could slide a hand between them.

His hand was almost too big, but when his fingers found her slick little clit, she gasped. Her ass rose, pinning his hand, but he managed to get in a few strokes before her cunt fisted around his cock.

He could feel her body shake as the waves of her climax crashed over her.

His dick took over then—and he kept it within bounds, thrusting fast, but not hard, feeling her tighten and loosen around him. The heat in his balls grew to searing before boiling up and through his cock. He went rigid as the sensations grew unbearable before shooting out in hard spasms of pleasure.

He started to relax, caught himself, and rolled onto his back so she was on top.

And look, he had himself a limp, satisfied, warm blanket of woman.

Smiling, he tugged her sleeping bag over them both, then kissed the top of her head, not finding any words to go with the gesture.

There was a deep satisfaction in knowing she understood anyway.

Using filtered water, Hawk had made her coffee.

Yes, he was pretty much perfect. On a camp chair beside the small crackling woodfire, Kit tipped her head back and watched sunlight spill over the mountain peaks into their small valley. So beautiful.

With a contented sigh, she scooped up another bite from her bowl. The rolled oats were sweet with honey and dried fruit with tons of walnuts and almonds. Instead of eating it dry, she’d followed Hawk’s lead, pouring some of her thoroughly-creamed coffee into the bowl. It was just plain yummy. “Who made the granola?”

“We take turns.” He eyed his bowl. “This batch was Gabe’s. Mine’s better.”

Granola one-upmanship. She didn’t quite manage to muffle a snicker.

He heard. Of course he did. “Behave or you’ll walk home.”

This time, her laugh came out loud and clear—and earned her a half-smile. Sweet heavens, he was sexy as anything in faded jeans and an unbuttoned flannel shirt. The rising sun lightened his eyes to a stunning blue.

They’d already taken down the tents and packed the sleeping stuff away in the helicopter. As soon as the fog cleared a little more, they’d be on their way home.

She wanted to hold her son so badly it was painful.

Yet she wouldn’t have missed this wilderness adventure for the world. She’d had the chance to share the world Hawk came from. The one he loved. As he moved through the forest, made a camp, cooked over a fire, he was as relaxed as he was in his living room.

And last night…