Page 59 of Mountain Hero

But then again, I’ve never been with a man like Enzo.

When I start kissing my way down his chest, Enzo groans, and all the muscles in his abdomen go rigid. He throbs in my hand, all slick, silken heat, and I’m wet just imagining him being inside me.

His hand brushes my hair gently, a contradiction to the tension running through his body. “Winter.” It’s gritted out, rough and throaty. “Hun.”

Lifting my head, I smile as I meet his gaze. “You can touch me, you know. It’s okay.”

He cups my cheek, the intense look in his eyes shifting to one of concern. “I don’t want to do anything… I thought this would be better. Letting you take control.”

“And you did.” I kiss him again. “But you don’t have to worry. Nothing about this is scary. I love touching you, and feeling this—” I add a little pressure as I stroke him, and his arousal jumps in my hand. “But do you know what I really want to feel?”

Enzo sucks in a sharp breath. “What?”

“I want to feel you inside me.”

His eyes flare with heat. “Winter.”

Still holding his gaze, I continue, “I want to feel your hands on me. Everywhere. I want—” Is this sultry voice really mine? Am I really being this bold in telling Enzo what I want?

Yes.

In an even huskier voice, he asks, “What else do you want?”

Permission granted, Enzo’s hands move to my breasts, plumping them, lightly flicking at my nipples, brushing his thumbs across the sensitive skin. His touch is like a jolt of electricity zipping straight to my core, and I squeeze my thighs together to ease the growing ache there.

“I want to know what you look like when you come,” I blurt out, my cheeks heating a little. “When you lose control. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”

“Ah, hun. Do you know what it does to me to hear you say that?”

One big hand moves from my breast down to the apex of my thighs. His fingers find that little bundle of nerves and start working it, rubbing and stroking and then?—

A finger slips inside me, thick and slightly rough, but I’m so wet it slides in easily.

Oh. OH.

If this feels this amazing, how will it feel when I actually have Enzo inside me?

As his finger lazily moves in and out, he asks, “What do you want?”

“What?” My brain is starting to short-circuit.

“This time,” he clarifies. “I know what you said. But I want you to be comfortable. Would you rather be on top? Or me?”

“Um.” His thumb presses down just so and my womb spasms with need. “I…”

A tiny smirk lifts his lips. “What would you like, Winter? Do you want to ride me? Or would you rather have your legs draped over my shoulders?”

Oh. Both sound really appealing.

“Later, we’ll try other things, too. But for our first time, I want to look in your eyes. I want to see how gorgeous you look when you fly over the edge.”

Oh my. I think his voice and that piercing gaze and the wicked things his fingers are doing might be enough.

But then I envision Enzo braced above me, his arms and abs flexing, driving into me…

“You on top,” I manage. “Please.”

His smile gets bigger. “Okay. I can do that.”

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