Page 174 of Mountain Men Heroes

Instead I titled my head, giving his mouth, tongue, and nipping teeth better access to my neck.

He kept one hand under my ass, bracing my body against his much larger one. The other moved up, sliding up my front and without warning, right underneath the hem of my T-shirt onto the bare skin of my belly.

I instantly melted into him. The touch of his callused hand against my naked skin grew electric and flipped a switch, setting every nerve ending in my body on high alert. My hips bucked against him as I rubbed myself against his hard cock.

A sizzling tingle sent waves of pleasure through my body at the same time as I felt a surge of hot girl-cum spill between my thighs.

I’d had my share of self-induced orgasms over the years. But nothing—and I mean nothing—prepared me for the feelings shooting through my body as Sawyer’s hands and mouth traveled over my skin.

“Sawyer.” His name escaped me with a moan.

“What do you need, baby?”

I swallow the lump in my throat as my breath caught. His rough baritone voice is like pure dark chocolate over my senses. “You, I need you. Just you.”

His name became a chant. I didn’t know if I said it out loud or if it was all in my head, but my hips started to rock, jerking and bucking against his hard length.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need from me.” He moved his hand up to cup my breast over my bra, dipping his thumb inside to flick over my hard, greedy nipple.

The hard bud pulled into a tight peak at his touch and my breath came in harsh pants.

He slid a hand over my belly and popped the button to my jeans. The hiss of my zipper dragging down was such sweet relief, but not nearly as good a feeling as when his strong fingers found my clit.

“Damn, you’re so wet and ready.”

He swirled the tip of his thumb around my throbbing bud, once twice.

“Sawyer,” I groaned into his neck as he held me to him. Our heat mingled, grew.

I bucked my hips needing more and he didn’t hold back.

“I’ve got you, Trinity. Trust me.”

A finger slipped into my pussy and the second I felt another push into my tight channel I rode him until my eyes slammed closed and my body took over.

He kissed his way down my jaw and bit down on the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my neck. Before I could brace myself for the overheated explosion, my orgasm washed over me in white-hot waves. My pussy clenched around his fingers and pulsated with my release.

I continued to move my hips against him as the feelings pulsed through me. Sawyer’s arms gripped me tightly, offering me a haven to ride out my pleasure.

When the last aftershock passed through me, I opened my eyes, not even really knowing when I’d closed them. My gaze immediately met Sawyer’s powerful one. And while I might have just found the ultimate pleasure, his expression made it more than clear that he had not.

The skin over his sharp cheekbones was tight, his mouth a firm slash, his lips pressed together as if he held onto his control by a thread. His dark eyes blazed down into mine and I shivered.

This was the man who caught my heart back when I had no idea what love or lust was. Mysterious, broody and possessive. The latter part I’m just beginning to see, and appreciate.

He moved his head down, his lips seeking mine once more. My eyes fell closed and I tilted my head, more than ready and willing to start building the pleasure again.

A clatter of pans followed by a shout broke through my bubble of pleasure. The darkest part of me almost didn’t care. But Wilde Ridge, the gossip I’m always running from, and the reality my girl-cum still coated Sawyer's fingers worked like a bucket of cold water.

“Sawyer. We can’t. Not here. Like this.”

He chuckled “I know, sweetheart. Believe me, I don’t want to stop. But I agree. First times shouldn’t be like this. Not in a storage room in the back of a hot cocoa stand. A few good thrusts and it might all fall down around us.”

He slowly slid me down his body, pulling my legs from around his waist and easing me back down to the floor.

Even with my four-inch heels I only came to just beneath his chin. Not many men made me feel petite but this man...phew. He made me feel things I shouldn’t want. Not if I want to get to Syn City.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and I watched—my own hinged open—as he sucked my juices off his fingers one at a time, his dark, gorgeous eyes never leaving mine.

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