Page 25 of Mountain Men Heroes

Claimed by Her Mountain Man

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Ethan Savage played a dangerous game. Flirting with disaster was about to leave him backed into a corner and facing a large brick wall he’d never escape over if he wasn’t careful. How could he consign himself to such a fate? Shackle himself to something neither of them wanted?

Yet here he was. Balls deep and ready to claim the one woman who makes him—the man who professed to never want a family or roots—want fucking forever.

He took another look at the beauty beneath him and the strings around his heart tightened.

As the snow melted, spring faded into summer and along with it came Alaska’s midnight sun. Endless daylight. And what felt like endless hours on hand to fill with learning every single thing that made the new town doctor to climax around his thick shaft. Not to mention on his tongue.

Buzzing in his mind grew louder and drowned out everything but the woman spread out in front of him pushing the boundaries of his control.

Damn her. Why did she have to be so damn tempting? Never in his life had he ever lost control with a simple smile.

Hadn’t he promised himself he’d never let anyone close to him?

Whatever had his guts tied into matted knots made it hard to breathe the second her delicate body slid beneath him.

God help them both. Three days in the backwoods with no interruptions will leave no part of her untouched by him.

He trailed a single finger over the blackened ink swirls of vines and flowers that decorated the smooth skin from her right thigh all the way up to grace the soft skin of her waist. He swore he could feel sparks shimmer where his skin met her supple curves. Buried desires to have such a strong connection to someone stirred. Connections he had not felt since the death of his twin.

He pulled back as if the ink of her tattoo had magical powers reaching out to twine around him. Not possible, he knew, but still. What he felt didn’t seem natural. A man could lust and enjoy the delicacies of a woman without forming connections.

At least that is what he believed before having a taste of his sweet Remy.

His?

Every half hour, like a playlist on repeat in his head, he reminded himself it was nothing more than a fling. She didn’t belong to him.

But she was on his mountain and that did make her his.

His cock pulsed deep inside her core and the walls of her pussy clamped down around his thickness, causing them both to moan.

He palms her ass cheeks, letting each of his fingers sink into the delicious skin. She was soft and warm in his hands and wet wrapped around his dick. “Do that again and I might have to spank this sweet ass,” he teased in a low voice.

Her breathing came rough, and he soothed her by rubbing his hands the length of her elegant back.

Three more torturous, heavenly days and they parted ways. Their time together would be over.

How many times could he make her reach her peak in seventy-two hours? Would she forget him once she left Savage Ridge?

It was possible, but not likely. They fit together too well for her to forget the way he made her body shiver. His fingers played with the curling ends of her hair. He had to admit. He would never be able to forget her.

But, come three days’ time, she returned to her world and he stayed in his. Playboy Ethan didn’t pine, damn it. He smiled to himself, but he would make damn sure she did.

Darkness played at the contours of her heart-shaped face pressed into the pillows, and long shadows stretched across the room, barely brushing her golden skin.

The scent of fresh sea air and warm sunshine played along his senses. Some would argue sunshine didn’t smell. A fucking lie. It smelled like happiness, hope, and a helluva a lot of trouble he didn’t need.

He drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes, working his fingers into the delicate flesh above her hips.

Remy moaned beneath him and sashayed her hips, driving his cock deeper.

The soft, feminine sound reached into his chest and pulled on invisible threads anchoring his heart—good thing too because it lurched in his chest.

A deep growl rumbled up the back of his throat.

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