Page 42 of Rescued By the Mountain Man

“Let's get inside.” Warrick whistled for Goose. He came paddling back and stopped two feet from us; I jumped a mile when he showered us with his aggressive shake.

“Bad Goose,” I scolded him, but he sauntered by and stopped to use my jeans as a towel.

Warrick snorted as we headed back to the cabin; he unlocked it and sent me inside. He got the towel from the truck and dried Goose off.

Inside, I looked around. The cabin didn’t have much in the way of furniture or décor, for that matter. Warrick had simple tastes; it seemed he needed what was contained within these walls. A decent open room with a tidy kitchen, a wood table with two chairs on the left, an old recliner, and a beat-up loveseat.

Straight ahead was a door to possibly a bedroom and a bathroom behind the kitchen. There was a ladder up the side of one wall to a sleeping loft over the living room.

“I built that myself in case I ever had guests stay over but I find that I am using it more than the real bedroom,” Warrick replied. “Wanna go see why?”

“Sure.” I stuck a boot into the rung and climbed, acutely aware of Warrick staring at my butt while following me. When I got to the loft, I saw a simple double bed on a stand, but above it?—

“Oh my God, you put in a skylight?” I gawped.

The wide window, tinted grey, spanned the whole length and breadth of the bed. I could only imagine what it would be like lying on that bed and watching the sunrise.

“I love coming up here when we have a rainy spell,” Warrick replied. “It’s magical when it rains.”

“Can we stay here tonight?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied. “But first—” A sudden, fierce heat flared in his eyes, his jaw tightening as his hand tugged the tie out of my hair to dig his fingers into my scalp, pulling me close as his mouth came crashing down onto mine again, hard. His kiss was so full of need that it took my breath away.

His tongue tangled with mine, searching, thrusting, and I moaned against his lips as the door suddenly opened, and he half-lifted me up and set me inside the room. “Zara—” He groaned the false name against my lips, the door slamming shut as he spun my back against it, one hand beside my head on the heavy wood as he devoured my mouth again.

“Fuck—”

“I love it when you swear,” I breathed out against his lips, and then I lost all thought as he deepened the kiss, his body pinning me to the nearest wall as his hips rocked against my middle. “When I first met you, I never thought you had a potty mouth.”

He held my hips as his lips brushed over my cheek, and down the edge of my jaw; a hard shiver of pleasure rippled through me. A tiny moan slipped from my mouth as his hips ground against me again, his heavy erection pressed between my thighs. Warrick groaned in my ear, a shudder passing through him, too.

“More,” I whimpered, without even really knowing what I’m asking for, my body arching towards him as I strained for sensations I couldn’t even put names to. “Please, more.”

“How dirty do you want my mouth to be?” he asked, hands trailing up my shirt, lightly cupping the curve of my breast through my soft bra. My nipples were immediately stiff and hard, tender and sensitive as his thumb brushed over them. I was getting wet.

“Filthy,” I groaned. “Fuck me with your words too.”

“I want to put my mouth on you. I want to eat your pussy,” he whispered roughly.

“Yes,” I begged, my thighs parting instinctively as one of his hands dropped between my legs. I was soaking wet, my pussy drenched, almost slipping down my inner thighs.

Warrick shucked his bomber jacket off, then dropped to his knees and unlaced my shoes, tugging them off and dropping them aside. He pulled the button off my jeans and yanked them down my legs, then reached up to snap the clasp of my bra away but left my shirt on.

“On the bed, now,” he ordered.

As I scampered to the bed, he tugged his boots off and flung his shirt away before crawling onto the bed and covering my body with his. “If I tell you I wanted to do this the night you screamed for my help, would you believe me?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Because a part of me wanted you to.”

His stubble rasped against my cheek as he kissed down my body, pushing the shirt up to tease my nipples before he pushed my knees open and pulled my panties down. “What I want now is to taste you.”

Warrick's fingers coasted over me, and I shivered. “God, you’re soaking wet.”

With his fingers stroking over my folds, I realized that my most intimate places were revealed to a man in a way I’d never allowed before. He spread me apart, his fingers sliding between, and the sudden pleasure of his fingers made me light-headed.

“So wet for me…”

I felt his lips trailing up my inner thighs and down again, his strong hands spreading them wide. I opened myself to him. I flushed at the helplessness of it, but he just groaned, his eyes hot with lust as he leaned in to run his tongue over my folds.

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