Page 46 of Rescued By the Mountain Man

“I guess I’ve been middle of the road all my life,” she replied. “What do you do for fun around here, because I have zero wilderness skills? I watched one of those wilderness shows once and was convinced a scorpion had snuck into my room and bit me. I even got hives.”

“Up here, there are a lot of things that hunt once the sun goes down.”

“Hunt?” She sounded aghast. “Like actually trap and kill and skin and…drain blood?”

I went to get the fire going, and when the fireplace in the cabin was getting relatively warm despite the wind coming in the window, I sat back on my haunches. “Yes, and in winter.”

“Winter? As in, aren't all the bears hibernating?” “

“Grizzlies, yes, between November and March, and it is rare for one of them to leave their den during that time,” I shut the window and went to take my seat.

“When they do, it's usually because the den is getting too cold or small, or they're hungry, and believe me, you don't want to run into a hungry bear. But the bigger concern is cougars.”

“Cougars?” Zara sounded strangled. “Like big, scary, claw-y mountain cats that can claw your face off?”

“Well, it damn sure isn't older women on the prowl.” I grinned before seriousness dried my smile. “They hunt at night and don't differentiate between a deer, cows, or a human. If they sense blood and it’s alive, they're going to go after it.”

“Bad mental image. Ugh.” She shivered and lifted her plate, then gestured for mine.

“No, I’ll get it,” I replied.

Her eyes narrowed. “You cooked. It’s the rule not to let the cook clean, so gimme.”

Laughing, I handed her the plate and watched as she began to rinse; I got up and slung my arm around her, pulling her into my front and kissing her neck. With both hands dunked into the sudsy water, she tried to fend me off with her shoulder—I kissed her harder.

“Stop—” she dropped her ear to her shoulder.

“No.”

“I’m sensitive there!” She bumped her butt to my front, trying—and failing—to dislodge me, but her motion backfired. “Stop trying to seduce me with your…your…your seductive wiles!”

“So, you find me seductive.”

“I do not.”

“Liar,” I dug my fingers into her side. “You can’t hide the truth from me.”

In a swift motion, I yanked her hands from the water, spun her to the wall, caught her wrists in one hand, and pinned them above her head. Holding her in place, I kissed her. Driving my tongue home, I pressed my hard, aroused body against hers.

Within seconds, she gave in, yielding with a sigh, and her soft little body stretched tautly against my own hard edges as she strained against me, her stiff nipples teasing at my chest through layers of fabric.

The taste and feel of her flooded my senses, exploding into raw desire. Zara stuck her damp hands into my hair and sucked on my tongue. It only heated my blood more. Shifting, I slipped a hand between us, cupped her pussy, and pressed a thumb right above her clit.

She pulled her head away, her chest punched up with a breath. “Oh god. Do that again.”

“Like that, huh?” My voice was rough as my thumb ran over her covered clit. “I want to strip you down, tease and taunt you, pinch your nipples until your tight little pussy squeezes around my cock.”

Her eyes were blown wide as I hauled her to the couch; she straddled me as her mouth covered mine, my lungs burning as my palms slid up the silken softness of her inner thighs. She got to her knees, and I understood her desire. I plucked the button on those shorts out and tugged them down her legs.

I covered her mouth with mine, drinking in her gasp as my fingers bypassed her panties, stroked through the small patch of curls, and petted the slick petals below.

Her hips lurched desperately against my hand, and Zara bit down on her bottom lip as I played with her clit, stroking it, circling it—pleasure showed on her face, but I knew it wouldn’t fulfill her.

Rolling her clit with my thumb, I pushed inside; she was hot, wet, so tight. So bloody perfect. “Come for me,” I rasped against her ear.

Zara gripped my shoulders, pressed her forehead into my collarbone, and climaxed with a soundless gasp. I barely restrained my own ragged groan as she came. The lush flutters around my fingers made my erection jerk underneath my jeans.

“You’ve got devilish fingers.” She kissed hard and rough, while my fingers kept moving inside her, and I moaned into her mouth. “This time, I am going to return the favor.”

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