Page 32 of The Haunting of the Mountain

Good lord, I love how powerful he is as he carries me inside. How big and strong he is. I feel small in his arms but I’ve never felt safer. He sets me down on the couch but I refuse to let go. I need this man on top of me right now.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Stone rasps into my ear.

“Not with my legs wrapped around you.”

He kisses my neck and I squirm, locking my ankles together behind his back.

“I love you wrapped around me, sweet girl but we need some light,” he breathes against my skin. “Need to see your gorgeous face. That sexy body. Need to see you squirm when I make you come.”

My eyes flare, and he wraps his hand around my throat and jaw, pressing me into the soft cushion as his lips crash against mine once again with even more passion. I moan as his tongue slips against mine. I can hardly breathe or think as his mouth turns my body and mind into mush.

But before I know it, his lips are off of mine and my legs hang off the couch as I lay slumped against the cushions.

“Stone,” I beg as I watch him move through the cabin, flipping switches and pulling chains.

“Power’s out,” he says as lightning illuminates the room, and I see him looming a few feet away, shirtless.

When did he take off his shirt? And then I laugh when I see that black nose and whiskers.

“What?” Stone asks, stepping forward, each step reverberating in my chest.

“I think you might be the sexiest kitty cat I’ve ever seen.”

He swipes at his face absently and then glances at his fingers before letting out a deep, rumbling laugh.

“Not as sexy as you,” he rasps.

Check that one off and scratch cutie out.

“I can wipe it off,” Stone says, taking a few steps toward me. He reaches for a box of matches, swiping one of them against the side. It sizzles and then lights up.

“No,” I say as I watch him lighting the candles I’d set out last night. “I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” Stone asks after lighting the last candle.

He walks over to me, carrying it in front of him before setting it down on the coffee table.

“Yes,” I mutter, leaning back as Stone squares his body to me as he kneels. I spread my legs, inviting him on top of me. I want to feel his weight on me. Feel the wide planes of his back as he kisses me again.

“Because I plan on wiping it off between your thighs.”

I swallow hard as my entire body reacts all over again.

“I think I’ve come around to your point of view.”

“And it won’t be the last thing you come around, sweet girl.” He slides his palms along my inner thighs as he slips between my legs. Warmth fills my core as he grips my bare skin above my jeans, pulling me closer to him as he readjusts me on the couch. “I’m making you mine tonight.”

He rubs his face against my legs, dragging himself lower and lower until I feel him against my sex as I pulse with need. Anticipation. I’ve never felt so riled up. I want to scream. I want him to pull down my pants and feel his lips against me. That warmth. That tongue.

“Then make me yours,” I rasp, threading my fingers into his hair.

He lets out a throaty growl against my pussy as he continues rubbing his face against me, marking me with his scent. His deft fingers move, making quick work of my jeans as he slips them off my legs in a single flourish.

“Jesus,” Stone mutters, his hands resting on my bent knees.

“What?” My breath’s shaky. My body’s shivering as though I’m cold but it’s anticipation. It’s the tension I feel coiling in my belly, twisting and tightening as Stone skims his hands down my thighs slowly. He’s enjoying this. Savoring it. And I love that he’s taking his time.

“You’re a damn miracle,” he finally gusts, his breath warm and ragged against my skin. “A dream.” He kisses my leg. Licks and nibbles as his mouth moves closer and closer to my throbbing center. “So gorgeous and perfect that I swear I’m hallucinating.”

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