Page 13 of Forbidden Mountain Man

I couldn’t help but notice his eyes were on my chest as I moved up and down on him, my breasts bouncing with each movement. Finally, he reached up with one hand and cupped my right breast, then began moving his thumb over my nipple.

He watched me, seeming to marvel at what he was seeing. It was as though he’d never seen a pair of breasts before. I knew that wasn’t true, but maybe he found mine more beautiful than any he’d seen.

Or maybe it was just that he found everything about me beautiful—just as I did everything about him. It was this intense attraction we had for each other.

Finally, he moved his hand back to my hips, gently clutching them as he guided my movements—not forcing me to go deeper than I was comfortable going, but letting me know how fast he wanted it. It threw me off, though, when he gently nudged me upward, and I remembered I’d asked him to let me know when he got close. He was getting close.

I gave him a naughty smile as I climbed off him, taking the throw with me. But settling into the right position was more challenging than I could have imagined. It was hard to situate myself between his legs so I could easily reach him. Seeming to understand my struggles, he scooted forward, his hands settling on the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair.

Watching him, I slid his erection into my mouth, using my tongue and my lips to bring deep breaths and moans. Everyreaction from him excited me a little more. Not a sexual sort of excitement—more of a thrill of achievement. And this was my first try. I was bound to only get better, especially as I got to know what he liked in bed.

“Fuck,” he said.

And that was when his cock started to throb and he pumped warm liquid all the way to my throat. I’d read about women doing this to men and how much they liked it, and I saw why. It wasn’t that I enjoyed it as much as I loved his expression when I pulled back and looked up at him. Oh yeah, he definitely liked that.

“Damn, you’re hot,” he said. “Where have you been all my life?”

Too young for him until now, but I didn’t say that out loud. Age didn’t matter when you had a connection this strong.

This was the beginning of our life together. And I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

EPILOGUE

DARBY

“Best investment ever,” I said as I set my stemless wine glass in the cupholder on the hot tub ledge and settled in next to my husband.

I’d barely taken a sip of the wine, having read the warnings that came with the hot tub. Never mix alcohol and hot tubbing, the user manual had cautioned.

We’d actually waited until both kids were born to buy this, solely because hot tubs and pregnancy didn’t mix. But our youngest was four years old, and we’d both decided two was the perfect number of kids. That made this the perfect time to purchase a hot tub and have it installed on the deck of the log cabin where Lucas lived before he met me. The log cabin that we’d called home for the full decade we’d been together.

“It was your idea,” he said. “First night you came here, remember?”

I laughed. “How could I forget? I said you could sit in this hot tub and look out at the view in front of you.”

“And I didn’t want to sit out here alone back then. That would be pathetic.”

He put his arm around me and pulled me against him on the bench that lined each side of the hot tub. The view in front of us was indeed breathtaking. It had just started snowing, but the trees across the water were already lightly dusted with snow. They looked like those fake Christmas trees sold as “flocked.”

“The kids want to know when they’ll be able to play in the hot tub,” Lucas said, adding a chuckle. “I told them when they’re a little older.”

They probably were old enough—or would be soon. But I was being overly cautious.

“Playing is not a good word to mix with hot tubs,” Lucas said.

“That’s what I told them. It’s not a toy.”

“It’s like a swimming pool,” he said. “Hot tubs can be dangerous. The heat and all…”

“Maybe we should have waited until they were older,” I said. “I feel bad.”

“No way.” He began tracing slow, lazy circles around my left shoulder, and my body responded immediately. Just one touch and this man could still make me feel better. Sometimes all it took was a look. “Mom and Dad need a place to play.”

I laughed. “This is our toy room. They have theirs, we have ours.”

I was referring to the third bedroom, which used to be Lucas’s home office. Now it was covered in toys. Every now and then, he’d navigate the minefield to get to his computer. But mostly, he worked on his laptop on the sofa.

“This is the dream,” I said. “It’s exactly what I pictured when I imagined moving to the mountains.”

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