Page 9 of Rescued By the Major

Eva

I’ve never felt anything like that before. The sensations washing over me, building up into an almost overwhelming wall of pleasure that I couldn’t have imagined until this moment. And that was just from his mouth and his fingers. What more will I feel when it’s all of him?

The probable answer to that question is almost frightening. Because I could see myself falling for him so easily. And the emotion in his eyes as he looks at me is so strong, it makes my breath catch in my throat. It’s like he’s giving me his heart, already, in spite of the wounds that still haunt him.

What if I turn out to be another one, more pain, more scarring for him to carry around?

His brows lift with concern as he watches me, and I can’t bear to ruin this moment with my worry. For now, I’ll trust myself enough to have this time with him. Once the storm breaks, we’ll have a chance to figure out what this is between us.

I glide my hand over his stubbled jaw, lingering as he turns his face to kiss my palm.

“You're so beautiful, Gracie,” he whispers, and my heart clenches tight. I’ve never felt that way, not really. There’s always something about me that seems to be lacking.

Too short.

Too heavy.

Too blonde.

Nothing’s ever been quite good enough. Until I’m lying in this bed, completely disheveled after a true tongue lashing from a rough, scarred mountain man who's looking at me like I’ve hung the moon. Now, in this moment, I can believe it.

That gives me the confidence to lift up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips, and it’s a powerful feeling to watch his eyelids flutter down. His dark eyelashes are such a contrast against his face, and he doesn’t resist when I push him to roll onto his back. There’s no argument when I strip his clothes away, or when I press my lips to every scar I find as I explore his body.

Anders grips the sheets tighter as I crawl down his body, nipping at his skin the same way he did mine. The taste of him is so unique. Musky and rich, like the whiskey I smelled once at a bar. It’s intoxicating in its own way, and I want more of it.

When my hands slide down to his groin, settling around the wide base of his cock, he moans low, and I grip him tight. He’s silky smooth, with a core of iron under that soft skin, and pointing up at me. I drop my head down and take a taste, licking the bead of moisture off the tip. He surges upward, a choked sound coming from his throat at such a simple gesture, and power floods through me. I can give him what he wants right now, what he needs and what he deserves.

Taking him in my mouth, I swirl my tongue over the top of him, then slide carefully down his length, hollowing out my cheeks. The taste of him is stronger now, drowning me in itsessence, and nothing else will ever compare. I slide back up and pop him out of my mouth, luxuriating in the cry he gives, and the way he gasps when I do it all over again. Up and down, until his fingers are in my hair, tugging on the long strands as he groans my name.

“If you keep that up, it’s going to be over all too soon,” he pleads with me when I look up at him. “I want to do this with you, Eva. Inside you. If that’s what you want.”

There's no question what I want. So I give him a nod and a quick kiss to the tip of his cock, then crawl my way up his body until I’m straddling his hips, settling over his straining length.

“I’ve been up here for months, honey,” he says, through gritted teeth as he holds me up. “All alone. There's been no one since I left the hospital. My tests then were clean.”

I nod, grateful that he’s taking this moment to let me know. “I haven’t been with anyone since I left my ex, a year ago. And I’m on birth control.”

His eyes shoot to mine, and there’s a longing there I recognize. It’s hidden from me when he looks down, toward where I’m waiting, and then he gives a groan. “Being inside you, like this, will be a dream come true.”

The simple statement warms me through, and a strange confidence washes over me. He sees something in me no one else ever has. That sense of power from before wells up again, and I grin at him. Slotting him at my entrance, I slide myself slowly down his length, gasping as it stretches me more and more with every inch.

Anders groans when he hits the end of me and twines his fingers with mine. “Damn, sweetheart, you feel so good. Too good. You’re perfect for me.”

The connection between us pulses and I start to move. The sensation of it all pulls cries from both of us, and I’m trying to catch my breath as that delicious tension begins to build in mycore again. As he flexes inside me, my walls clamp down on him. And when he frees his hands to wrap them around the fullness of my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples, it’s that pleasure pain that sends me over the edge once again.

I scream his name and then he’s moving with a roar, rolling me over so he’s now on top and I’m clinging to him as he pistons into me. Three strokes and then he's crying out my name, pressing a kiss to my mouth as warmth floods inside me. He stays there, poised above me like I’m something precious he doesn't want to break, his muscles shaking from the force that’s just crashed over us both.

He looks down at me, one gentle finger tracing over my cheek, as a relaxed smile finally curves his lips. “You’re my perfect girl, Eva.”

He holds me there, so tender and gentle as my breathing gradually returns to normal. Rolling onto his back, he tucks me against his side and lets me rest my head on his chest. It’s everything I never expected to find when I set out to hide away on this mountain.

Yet the worry remains.

What happens to us when the storm breaks?

9

ANDERS

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