Page 109 of Mountain Protector

“What?” Her eyes are half-lidded, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. “One-thousand?”

“Freckles. I told you I’m counting them.”

I add another finger, feeling her inner walls clutching at them, the tiny muscles already rippling in anticipation.

“You’ll never be able to keep track,” Lark breathes. “There are too many.”

A corner of my mouth quirks up. “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep trying, won’t I?”

“Well—” A little moan slips out. “If you insist.”

My fingers still inside her, I brace myself on my other arm and capture her lips. “I do. Because I will never get tired of kissing you.”

Her hand moves faster around me, drawing the slickness from root to tip. “I’ll never get tired of any of this. Touching you. Feeling you get bigger and harder in my hand, knowing just how good you’ll feel inside me.”

Fuck.

How am I supposed to keep up a slow seduction when Lark can bring me close to the brink with only her words?

“Songbird.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

Her eyes burn into mine. “I love you to the end of the universe and back.” Then she smiles, that breath-stealing, dragon-slaying smile. “Now. I really, really want to feelallof you. Please.”

“But I was going to make you come at least?—”

“Knox. Not that I don’t love it when you do that. But right now? I can’t wait.”

Oh.

“Well.” I let my voice go all growly. “If that’s what you want.”

Desire heats her gaze. Her breath catches. “It is.”

Removing my fingers, I notch myself at her center. “Anything you want, sweetheart. Always.”

Her hand tunnels through my hair, dragging me to her lips. “I wantyou.”

And like everything else Lark asks for, I oblige. Very,verywillingly.

In one smooth move, I sink deep, filling her. The pleasure is so intense it brings me right to the edge, and I have to hold still not to finish already.

“Shit.”

Her eyes widen. “What’s wrong?”

“You feel so damn good. How is it possible?”

A soft smile lifts her lips. “Maybe because we’re meant for each other.”

I pull out until we’re barely joined, then plunge deep again. “Iknowwe are.”

There’s no question Lark is a perfect fit.

Moving inside her, first slowly, then in a frenzy of passion. Every glide of her silken walls against me is an exquisite pleasure. With each thrust, I grow harder and thicker. More desperate to be joined in every way possible with this incredible woman.

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