Page 10 of Saved By the Mountain Man

Stop it.

I closed my eyes, willing myself not to think about him, until sleep dragged me under.

He was at my door, wearing that shirt that clung to his muscles like it was doing a favor, the cargo pants that hung offhis hips in just the right way. His eyes were deep and dark and filled with need.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“It’s none of your business.”

He took a step closer to me, and the air around us grew thicker. My body ached for him. How long had it been since he’d touched me?

“You’re my business, Rae.”

He stood close to me now, his long hair framing his perfect face. His regal nose, square jaw, and those deep-set eyes that could bore right into my soul. I was captivated.

I knew I had to get away from him, but when he cupped my cheek, electricity ran through my body.

“Tanner,” I said, trying to stop him.

He kissed me. Softly, at first, his lips brushing against mine.

“What are you doing here? You left.”

“I know.”

“You’re not here,” I said. “You’re not real.”

He cupped my face in both his hands, and I felt small and delicate against his large frame. He slid one hand down to my throat, thumb under my chin, and I was his.

I’d always wanted to be his.

I looked up at him and swallowed, and he looked down at my lips. He slid his tongue along my lower lip, sucked it into his mouth, scraped his teeth along it.

“You’re mine, Rae.”

“You left,” I said.

“I know.”

He kissed me, then. His tongue slid into my mouth, and his other hand slid from my cheek over my shoulder, my back, and he cupped my ass. He pulled me against him so that I felt his erection, and he grinded himself against me.

I moaned into his mouth.

All reason disappeared as he drew me in, making me ache for more.

Tanner led me to the bed, and when we collapsed on it, it was our bed back home—when we’d still lived together in Seattle.

He was on top of me, naked. I ran my hands over his perfect chest, chiseled and muscular. His shoulders bunched as he held himself up with arms braced on either side of my head.

My legs wrapped around his waist.

Tanner dipped his head, his back rounding, and he sucked one nipple into his mouth. I was naked beneath him, and he kneaded my breast with his hand, scraping his teeth over my nipple. I gasped and moaned.My mind was filled with fog, and all I could think about was his hands on my skin, his tongue on my neck.

His lips on my ear.

When he entered me, it was slow and torturous. His cock slid into me, stretching me.

I gasped.

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