Page 32 of The Cowboy of the Mountain

“Deft fingers,” I say.

“I thought you already knew that,” he rasps.

I sigh when he takes a finger—the one that was just inside me—into his mouth and sucks, long and slow. “Your pussy tastes decadent.”

He reaches for me, cupping my face, and then kisses me roughly—the way I want it. Like he’s the one in control and I’m along for the ride. It feels so good not to think. Not to overanalyze. Just let Wyatt take the wheel because I love where he’s steering me.

“It feels as good as it tastes,” I whisper against his lips when he pulls back.

“Mia,” he growls. He rubs his forehead against mine. Rubs his face against mine and down my neck and chest like he’s marking me. Everything this man does is wild and animalistic and it’s waking up another part of me I never knew existed.

He says my name again, a sense of urgency in his tone. Fire in his eyes as he stares at me the way I’ve always wanted him to look at me. Like I’m the only woman in the world. The only thing he wants, desires, and needs. That I’m his.

“I love you,” he says.

I blink. Shake my head because I swear I must be losing it.

“What?” It’s so faint that I’m not even sure I spoke but when Wyatt repeats those same words I know I did. And I know I didn’t mishear him.

“You…” I mutter.

“Mia there’s no question in my mind. I feel it in my soul. I feel it every time I look at you. Every time you’re not with me the pain is so bad it feels like I’m dying. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you Mia. You’re the piece that makes me whole. The woman who holds my heart and soul. You’re the one, Mia.” He strokes my cheek, brushes my lips, and then takes my hand in his. “I love you, Mia. And I’ll prove it to you every single day until my body finally gives out.”

I shake my head not because I don’t believe him. I’m shaking my head because I can’t believe the only person I’ve ever wanted wants me. Loves me. I thought coming back here would lead to nothing but heartbreak. Instead, I found my soulmate, or maybe, he finally found me. Saw me.

I blink and tears roll down my cheek. Wyatt brushes them aside and then kisses me softly where they fall.

“I’m sorry, Mia. I shouldn’t… I…”

“No,” I say, finally finding my voice. “I love you, Wyatt. I… It’s…” I shake my head because it’s still hard to find the words.

I run my hands along his muscled torso. I’ve never been with someone so masculine before. Never been with anyone. And the way this is going, I’ll never be with anyone other than Wyatt. It’s a dream come true.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, angel.”

I look up at Wyatt. There’s a concerned expression on his face, but he doesn’t need to be concerned about anything.

“I’m thinking I’d like you to make good on your promise.”

“And what promise is that?”

“To make me yours.” I drag my tongue across his abs and up to his chest, biting him softly before sinking back onto my knees.

Wyatt’s throat bobs as he swallows, flames returning to his eyes as he stares at me. He doesn’t speak. He moves off the bed, removing his jeans and letting them fall, his underwear following right after.

“Oh my,” I mutter, staring at his thick cock. I’d almost forgotten about how big it was. Almost. Not really because I fantasized about it sliding in and out of me every single night for the past week.

“It’s yours, Mia. My body. My soul. My heart. Everything of mine is yours.”

The bed sinks down as he slides back onto it. “How do you want your first time? Slow? Gentle and tender?”

I don’t know. I have no idea what to expect.

“I trust you,” I say because it’s the truth. I know Wyatt will take care of me.

Wyatt makes a rumbling, throaty noise. “I’ll… do my best,” he says, moving closer. “But I can’t make any promises.”

He brushes my hair off my shoulder as he stares at me hazily like he’s in some trance. Miles away from here. Like something else is coming over him.

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