Page 18 of Mountain Men Heroes

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He gruffed as he watched that plump lips slip back between her lips.

“I never wanted anyone else.”

Drake’s jaw clenched from the thought of someone else touching her. Enjoying the pleasure of her sweet body. He growled into her ear, pressing between her thighs as he worked her legs apart. She gave under his instruction with a tiny whimper slipping past her lips and an uptick to her heartbeat he felt under his lips as he kissed her neck.

As he scraped his teeth along the tender flesh, Esmeralda tightened her finger in his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. Searing heat melded them together. Unable to break away, he slipped his hands between them. With handfuls of soft cotton, he bunched the material and pulled. Instantly her nipples pebbled and teased him through her clothing. Every ounce of blood in his body rushed to his dick, leaving him light-headed.

“You never came for me. Why?” Her arms looped around his neck. There was no escaping telling her the truth with how intently she watched his expression.

He didn’t want to do this. Not now. The truth would hurt her. With how innocent she looked up at him, he knew for a fact her father never told her the truth that would break her heart all over again. And it fell to him to do the breaking. Dirty bastard. But holding the truth back would cause a deeper hurt.

“Esmeralda, never for a second think I didn’t try. Your father threatened to disown you if I did.”

Shock and uncertainty gazed up at him through her watery eyes. “But all that is in the past,” he reassured her.

She blinked, nodding slowly. “I dreamed of you. Every night I thought I could sense you close. But every morning I woke to the same feeling of emptiness.” Her expression reflected her quiet words.

“In your dreams, did you stroke your sweet pussy for me? Come for me with my name on your lips?”

“Yes,” she whispered close to his ear.

It was all he needed. Using her several discarded sweaters as a cushion against the cold rock, he pinned her against the wall. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he worked off the last layer, keeping her skin from his touch. With her snowsuit peeled off to hang at her sides, he bent in to taste the delicious fruit his woman offered.

“Drake,” Esmeralda moaned, the sound seeming torn from some deep part of her soul. She gasped the second he wrapped his warm mouth around the cold tip of her aroused peak. Beneath his touch, her heart raced in time to his own.

Harsh, pent-up growls of his own matched hers. Every muscle in his body clenched as she flexed her hips, pressing herself against his cock. The length of his shaft nestled between her thighs and the slightest movement of her hips nearly brought him to his end.

“Too much. You have too much clothing on.”

“Fix it.”

“Gladly,” he cooed in her ear. In seconds every stitch of clothing she had on made a nice pile on the floor, along with her boots.

Before she could move, protest or rethink her whole situation, he had her in the middle of the blankets. Her parted thighs welcoming him in and several blankets blocking out the cold.

He couldn’t take his eyes or hands off the delicate beauty he finally had beneath him. “My beautiful diamond princess.”

Eight

He took every logical thought she had and shattered it into a million pieces. “Is this really happening?” she muttered into the bedding. Not so much to him as to herself and the uncertainty of her actions.

The massive amount of heat he put out could melt the snow locking them away from the world.

But not just yet. Maybe this little mountainside adventure was a blessing in disguise.

His massive body was like a furnace against her and she wanted to wrap her body around him and feel. Feel the heat, reveal in his possessive, claiming touch and even his smell. A masculine mixture of the outdoors and whatever soap he used, she guessed. It did things to her. Scary things like make her want to tackle him and ride that beautiful, thick cock of his until he really did come inside her.

And then there was the flips side that had her questioning her own sanity because, somehow, with only a touch, her own name became a freaking mystery.

God help her. He infuriated her, tempted her controls beyond simply making her want him, and when they were in the same room every decent thought flew out the window and all she could think about was getting her next fix of him. Just like old times.

Losing that much control freaked her out.

“Drake, I want more.” She trailed off when the warm confines of his mouth picked up where he’d left off moments earlier when he had her pinned against the wall. With his weight pinning her in place and fingers wrapped around her wrists, all she could do was surrender to her own wild side.

And beg.

“More of what?” he rumbled around a peaked nipple.

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