Page 179 of Mountain Men Heroes

Dear Lord, I was admiring the man’s forearms. I might be in trouble here.

Sexy tattoos covered his pecs. An eagle, on one and another of an anchor with USMC along the bottom. I wanted to drag my tongue over every colorful inch of both.

For a moment, a brief tiny moment, I considered calling a halt to things before they even started. But as I stared up at the handsome, mysterious mountain man fighting for control, a sense of rightness and inevitability stole over me. I’d always known this man was a danger to me and my peace of mind. It was only now, though, that I was starting to feel like peace of mind was overrated.

Also, I wanted to see what was under that shirt more than I wanted my next breath.

I rolled to my knees and inched my way to the side of the bed until I was within touching distance of him. I reached for the hem of his shirt.

His hands gripped mine, preventing me from going any farther and I wanted to scream.

“Baby, you need to help me out here. If you put your hands on me...”

He didn’t need to finish that sentence. I flashed him a grin as I raised my gaze from beneath my lashes. I shook off his hands and leaned in closer as I swept his shirt up, exposing his hard, bare abs. His thick bulge fighting to be released drew my attention next.

He groaned when I cupped my hand over the massive length. “You can go slow if you want.” I ran my hands up over the hard ridges of his abdomen and pushed the shirt up his chest. “But according to you, we’ve been leading up to this moment for several years. Don’t you think that’s slow enough?"

For once giving into the urges of my body and my heart instead of my brain, I let go of his shirt only long enough to whip mine over my head. I scrambled to expose his skin again, almost desperate to feel my skin pressed against his.

Thankfully, at that moment he gave up on going slow. He reached behind his head and yanked his Henley off, tossing it on the floor.

Holy, holy, holy. There were no words to describe him. Tall and broad with miles of tanned skin, marred by scars here and there. His chest had a light sprinkling of dark hair that tapered down, pointing straight to the spot I had yet to explore, but couldn’t wait to get my hands and tongue on.

I didn’t know where to start, the desire to press my mouth against his chest warring with my desire to strip away the rest of his clothes and wrap my lips around the hard shaft pressing against his jeans.

Sawyer didn’t give me the chance to decide. In seconds he was on me. He bore me down to the bed and his weight pressed me into the mattress. The delicious feeling of his skin against my own sent me spiraling into a swirl of need unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

He kissed me hard, demanding, holding nothing back. When he pulled away, I tried to follow but he pressed me down with a chuckle.

“I need to see more of you, sweetheart.” He eased back far enough to bare my breasts to his gaze.

And for the first time since he’d pinned me to the door in the restaurant’s pantry, my brain took over. It suddenly occurred to me that nobody had ever seen me naked before. His were the first eyes to ever see my bare breasts.

And I couldn’t help but worry he’d find me completely inadequate. I mean, look at him. He was the most gorgeous specimen of a man I’d ever laid eyes on. He was perfect and he could have his pick of women.

There was nothing hard or toned within an inch of its life on my curvy body. I was physically fit with muscles beneath my curves. Tough not to be when you spent most of your days waiting tables and running between jobs. But Mother Nature had gifted me with generous hips and a booty to match, ample breasts, and thighs that would touch even if I lost twenty pounds. Not to mention a taste for Ben and Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk.

Normally I didn’t give my curves much thought outside of when I was trying to find new clothes. But lying bare-breasted in front of Mr. Perfect Sawyer Becker, I couldn’t help but worry he’d be disappointed.

I lifted my hands, easing them up over my full breasts, cringing inwardly at the pale flesh that spilled over my fingers. I fought the urge to tug the covers out from under me and hide beneath them.

“Trinity.” Sawyer sat back on his heels and his hands covered mine as he stared straight into my eyes.

I didn’t fight him as he slowly eased my hands away, baring my hard, pink nipples to his gaze.

His eyes released me from the intense stare down to dip down to my chest. I could feel his gaze like a touch, the heat of it warming me as it skimmed over my skin.

For long moments he just drank me in, but then he moved swiftly, like the predator he was, sliding forward to cover me.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And every inch of your perfect body is all mine," he growled, sending shivers skittering across my skin.

Before I could respond, he slid down and latched his mouth onto a throbbing nipple.

A moan broke from my lips and my back shot off the bed, arching to offer his hot, wet mouth more access. How had I managed to go so long without realizing how amazing this would feel?

Sawyer shifted to my other breast, laving my nipple with his tongue before sucking it between his warm lips. I couldn’t keep still. My hands lifted to his head, holding him there while my hips bucked against him, seeking something, anything, to relieve the scorching tension slowly building inside me.

Sawyer lifted his head and admired his handiwork. His hot, burning gaze roved over my breasts before he lifted his eyes to mine. A self-satisfied smile curved the tips of his lips up. “I think that’s going to leave a mark.”

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