Page 67 of Mountain Protector

A man I’ve fallen in love with.

And as a bonus, he’s pretty darn great to look at, too.

Actually.

Who am I kidding? He’sgorgeous.

I already thought Knox was the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. But now that I’m seeing his naked body on full display?

His broad chest is thick with muscle, his golden skin covered with a fine dusting of dark hair that trails down below his waist. The question of whether he has a six-pack or eight is answered—it’s neither, the hard planes and ridges on his abdomen add up to at least ten, which I didn’t even think was possible until now.

Strong legs display even more muscles; not giant, bulging ones gained from hours lifting weights, but from the cross-training and manual labor Knox does every day.

And oh, my. I’ve felt Knox’s hard length when I’ve sat on his lap or had it pressed against my belly, but that clearly wasn’t a good gauge of its size. I should have thought—he’s six-two, easily twice my weight—that he’d be that big, but clearly, imagining isn’t the same as seeing.

“Don’t worry,” Knox says as he catches me eyeing his arousal with slight alarm. “I’ll make sure you’re ready, Lark. I plan to make you come at least twice before I even think about being inside you.”

What?

“Twice?”

Not to bring past relationships into this, but in my few previous ones, I was lucky to finish once.

He closes the distance between us and deftly removes my bra, then slides my bikinis down my hips. “Is twice not enough?” Pausing, he adds with a tiny frown, “You’re right. What was I thinking? Three times at least. Maybe four.”

In a choked voice, I reply, “Oh. Twice is fine.”

“Oh, no.” A determined expression moves across his handsome features. “Fine won’t do. This is our first time making love, Lark. I want to make absolutely sure you enjoy it.”

And he does.

First, sweeping me into his arms—oh, swoon—and carefully laying me out on the blanket. Then keeping true to his promise and kissing me all over. Not a freckle is left unnoticed, and by the time he’s done, it’s all I can do not to leap on him and demand he has sex with meright now.

But Knox wasn’t kidding about theat least three timesthing.

He uses his fingers to bring me to the first peak, the drag of his lightly calloused skin against my inner walls the most delicious, sensual feeling.

Then he kneels between my legs, draping them over his shoulders as he works his magic, the combination of his tongue and fingers flinging me over the precipice so much faster than I could have anticipated. I thought I was too sensitive from the first time, but within minutes I’m moaning, making sounds I’m fairly certain I never have before.

After that, I sit up and push Knox to the floor. Straddling him, I use my hands and mouth to take him right to the brink. It’s the sexiest thing, watching his features go taut with pleasure, his hands fisting as he tries to hold back the impending release. And when he looks at me… it’s not just with desire, but a depth of emotion that means so much more than words.

“Lark, sweetheart.” On a groan, Knox gently pushesme away, adding, “As wonderful as that is, the first time we’re together, I’m finishing inside of you.”

“Okay.” Every inch of my body is on fire for him. “Then let’s do that. Now. Please.”

“But it’s only been twice,” he starts.

“Knox.” My voice turns to a throaty purr. “I don’t care about how many times. I want you inside me. Now.”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “Well. If that’s what you want.”

I move, positioning myself above him, close enough to feel him nudging at my core. “It is. I want you.”

“Anything for you,” he replies. “You just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

Holding him steady, I sink down, taking him slowly inside me.

He’s big and I’m tight, but Knox was right. Iamready. And once we’re finally joined, we’re a perfect fit.

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