Page 16 of The Mountain Man's Valentine Baby

“I can still remember the late night and the fine misting rain. I sat on his porch underneath a blinking bulb for hours, waiting for him to come home. I had this whole scrapbook prepared. All of these moments of my life growing up. But he showed up drunk. Told me I was no daughter of his. He said it was a stupid scrapbook, and I didn’t matter…” My voice breaks. “That I’d never matter to anyone.”

He pulls me into his lap then, and I go willingly, desperate for his comfort. “My brave girl. It must have terrified you to come all the way here.”

“I’ve never known what it’s like to be wanted, but when you look at me…the expression on your face, it takes my breath away,” I admit to him. He makes me think that I could be someone who is wanted. That after so long spent searching, maybe Idobelong somewhere.

He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. “You’re easy to love.”

With those four words, he soothes and bandages my heart. Open wounds that I didn’t even realize were still bleeding begin to close. All because this gruff mountain man is holding me and making me feel seen.

I lean into his touch. “Make love to me tonight.”

Chapter11

Thea

Jasper is a soft, slow kisser. The kind that takes his time, savoring the feel of our lips together. His hand cups my face, his thumb stroking along my jaw at the same time he traces the seam of my lips with his tongue.

I open my mouth, letting out a little whimper as I do. I’ve been kissed before but not like this. Not like I’m special and treasured. Someone to be cherished and protected.

He finally pulls away, his breathing ragged. He presses his forehead toward mine. “I need to taste your honey.”

I’m still dazed by his kisses as he nudges me to lie back in the pile of blankets. The fire light is dancing across his skin, making him glow. He looks like Apollo, the muscled Greek god of sun.

He presses his lips to the seam of my white panties. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks now. Getting my mouth on your precious pussy again and holding you down while you squirm and plead for mercy.”

He’s a dirty talker, and I love it. I love the crass things coming out of his mouth. I hope he’ll say more things like it. “Yes, do that.”

He tugs my panties to the side, exposing my drenched pussy to his view. He puts his broad shoulders between my thighs. There’s nothing he can’t see. His breath is warm against my mound. “Who is all this cream for?”

“You.” My voice shakes with desperate desire.

“That’s right,” he murmurs as he spreads my pussy lips. “This is my cream.” Then he’s dragging his tongue across my center, licking me like he’s savoring my body and how it feels to be between my legs.

He spends long minutes lapping at me, working me until I’m writhing against the blankets and begging him to let me come. He finally sucks my swollen clit into his mouth and that’s when stars explode behind my eyelids.

I’m vaguely aware of someone whimpering and it takes me a moment to realize it’s me. There were days over the past few weeks when I convinced myself that what happened the first time we were together was a fluke. But he proved it wasn’t. Jasper knows how to spoil a woman.

“Such a good girl, coming on my face like that,” he croons as he crawls back up my body. “Now, give me a big kiss, taste yourself on my lips.”

I do as he said, liking my salty taste on his lips and the way his beard is soaked with my juices. Everything with my mountain man always feels naughty and so very right at the same time.

He lifts his head, staring down at me with fire in his gaze. His erection digs into my hip, and I need him. I need him thrusting deep inside of me and telling me that I belong to him and only him.

His next words are a gritty command. “Take your clothes off and spread out for me. I want to see what you look like right before I fuck you.”

I shimmy out of my panties then flick open the buttons of his shirt, so my aching breasts are fully exposed to him. I reach for my sensitive nipples, pulling on them and gasping at the sensation.

His gaze lights up with appreciation and arousal. He grabs himself through his pants and makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. His reaction makes me feel powerful and I spread my legs wider, showing him everything that’s his.

When he finally takes off his pants and prosthetic, I whimper at the sight of his cock. It’s even bigger and thicker than I remember. He gives it a rough jerk. “I’m coming inside your sweet little pussy tonight.”

I nod eagerly. “I need that.”

He joins me on the blankets, stretching out over my body. He’s careful to support his weight on his forearms. When he looks down at me, there’s only tenderness and affection.

“You are beautiful,” he whispers right before he leans to kiss me. It’s another slow, sensual one. I love the way he takes his time, like he needs to memorize everything about me. He finally moves his lips lower, chasing kisses along my neck and pausing to nibble at the delicate skin of my shoulder.

His cock rubs the sensitive skin between my thighs. He’s taking his time with my body, making me feel cherished in so many different ways. But I need him now. I need to feel him inside of me, so I rake my fingernails along his back, trying to spur him on.

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