Page 26 of Mountain Men Heroes

Using only the tips of his fingers, Ethan grazed a path up the backs of her thighs, over the naked arch of her ass and paused when she shuddered from his touch.

“Beautiful,” he rasped. Her husky breaths told him everything he needed to know.

He slipped out of her until the tip of his dick sat at her entrance and slowly as to feel the way her pussy took all of him, he sank back in.

Did she feel the connection between them forming as well?

She moaned a feminine sigh and he licked his lips, hungry to eat up her delicious gasps and moans.

Like hell he could though. One brush of her lips on his, the way he felt right now, and he’d be slinging her over his shoulder and finding the nearest priest. He’d already lost too much in one lifetime.

Ethan pushed the images aside and ignored the vein in his neck as it pulsed in time with his aching shaft. Gritting down hard, he rode out the wave cutting off his air until he had control over himself.

Every inhalation of her lavender-scented lotion, or whatever she used to get into his head, converted his blood to fire. Oh yeah, she knew what she did to his head.

What he felt would pass the second she was off his mountain.

Any red-blooded man who had this raven-haired beauty beneath him would not be able to resist her sweet moans any more than he could.

“Ethan!” She moved against him, her hoarse, lust-filled cry a plea for him to move faster, but he didn’t want this to end. Not yet. But it was hard to ignore the ripple of her soft velvety channel dripping with her lust for more.

It was more than the moans, though. More than how her curves molded into him.

It was her eyes. He’d had handfuls of women, but none of them made him suffer like Remy Dalton and her sapphire gaze.

The way she looked at him when she thought he didn’t notice tied him in knots for hours. One flick of her gaze his way shot his blood to a boiling point and made his cock so hard he either had to have her right then or stroke one-off.

Every. Single. Time.

He hated her for it, yet loved her even more. But he stuffed it so damn deep in his mind it made him question his sanity.

Fierce need clawed deep in his gut and he rested his forehead on her delicate shoulder. His cock pulsed and his balls drew up tight with the need to pump his cum deep inside her.

He gripped her hips and drove in, hard and fast. The raged whimper Remy gave drove him to do it again.

Remy was his. For now. It was enough. Had to be. And God, those sweet sighs he lifted from her lips made the impossible seem like his next greatest idea.

He needed to strip it down to what it really was between them.

Mind-blowing sex.

And what it wasn’t.

Love.

He’d be safer that way.

Pale Alaskan golden midnight sunlight trickled in from the large window above their heads and fanned across her skin as if Mother Nature wanted to touch the rare beauty of Remy Dalton, too. His favorite time of the year, when the sun refused to sleep.

Triple panes of glass took up most of the wall instead of a headboard. He preferred the view of his family’s vast land. It also proved a challenge when tying up his willing beauty. The white knit scarf that adorned her wrists provided a contrast to her honey-toned skin.

When he’d built the cabin on the back part of the Savage family land, he’d wanted to see the beauty outside. Now he couldn’t take his eyes off the treasure it held on this side of the glass.

The way the soft beams kissed the long locks of her hair, stroked along her sinuous back and dipped between her parted thighs made his cock harder and hungrier.

He slipped from her warm core and with one hand at the base, he dragged the engorged tip through the wet slit of her entrance.

“I love the way you look when you lose all control.” He envisioned heaven as he watched her warm body accept his full length one more time.

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