Page 68 of Mountain Hero

Cataloging each tiny freckle and committing it to memory.

Waking her gradually, first feathering kisses along her jaw, the slender column of her neck, and the delicate lines of her collarbones.

Once she’s fully awake, I move lower, plumping her breasts in my hands as I use my tongue to suckle and flick at her nipples, drawing them into rosy peaks.

She arches back, pressing her breast into my mouth, and her fingers clutch at my hair. Chest rising and falling faster as her breath quickens, Winter lets out a little moan.

Her eyes are half-lidded as she gazes at me, not from sleep, but a mounting desire.

Continuing my exploration, I brush kisses across her stomach before gently pressing my lips to the three entwined hearts on her hip—the tattoo she got when she was eighteen in honor of her parents.

Then I move lower still, past her adorable belly button with the small constellation of three freckles beside it.

I dip my head to the apex of her thighs, lapping at her growing dampness through the thin layer of fabric covering it.

But it’s not enough, so I peel her black panties off and toss them aside. Now that she’s fully exposed, I take a moment to take in everything Winter willingly offers me—flushed pink and slick with excitement, her little bud swollen and waiting for attention, her thighs quivering in anticipation.

“Enzo—” It’s a breathy moan that cuts off as I close my lips around her sensitive nub.

Using my hands to spread her legs wider, I lap and stroke and tease until Winter’s hips are jerking and she’s making these sexy sounds that drive me absolutely crazy.

I plunge one finger into her warm and welcoming heat, pumping in and out slowly, and she moans, “Enzo, oh…”

Then a second joins the first, sinking in deep. Moisture slicks my fingers as I move faster, and her inner walls flutter around them.

She’s getting close. Her expression is pure pleasure—eyes closed, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed—as she gives herself over to the moment.

Clamping my lips around her swollen bud, I suck hard until she lets out a guttural cry of ecstasy.

Her inner muscles convulse around my fingers as another rush of dampness coats them.

Winter moans, “Enzo, oh, Enzo, oh…”

It’s the best feeling in the world—feeling her come apart around me, clutching at me, hearing the sexy sounds she’s making, seeing her intense pleasure on full display.

And I did this. I can give her this gift every day.

Although, it’s not just a gift for her. The caveman in me wants to beat my chest with pride. I want to claim her as mine and make bringing pleasure to Winter my life’s purpose.

Shit. I’ve turned into a real romantic. And I’m damn happy about it.

Who’s not happy? Another part of me that’s hard and aching, the pressure close to bursting.

But I’m not going to rush her. I want to take this time to watch Winter as she comes back down to Earth after her first—and definitely not last—trip into space.

It seems Winter has another idea, because she pulls away and stretches across the bed to reach into the nightstand drawer. She unwraps the condom and quickly sheathes me; her touch nearly enough to push me over the edge.

Then she looks at me, her features still soft and relaxed from her release, and says with a little smile, “That was incredible, Enzo. But I think you’ve waited long enough.”

“There’s no rush,” I reply, though another part of me would vehemently disagree.

“No…” Winter’s gaze heats. “But I’m ready to feel you inside me.”

Before I say another word, she gets on her hands and knees in front of me.

While I’m busy trying not to swallow my tongue at the sight of her delectable ass, she looks over her shoulder and adds, “I like it this way because you can go even deeper.”

Oh.

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