Page 15 of Claimed By the Mountain Man

“I love you too.” I arched upwards, taking him deeper. “Now move.”

He started slow, with long deep strokes that had my pleasure building and his control slipping. His thrusts becameharder, faster, hitting spots inside me that made me cry out. The sound of skin against skin, our mingled moans, the creak of the bed—it all added to the intensity.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged as I met him thrust for thrust. “Take all of me.”

I was close, so close. When his hand slipped between us to circle my clit, I shattered. My orgasm hit me in waves, more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I heard him groan my name as he followed me over the edge, burying himself deep as he came.

Later, as we lay tangled together, my head on his chest and his fingers tracing patterns on my back, I thought about how sometimes the craziest decisions led to the best outcomes. I’d signed up for a mail-order bride app to change the direction my life was going and somehow found exactly where I belonged.

Right here, with my grumpy mountain man who wasn’t so grumpy anymore.

At least, not with me.

“What are you thinking about?” He pressed a kiss to my temple and pulled me closer.

“About how glad I am that your brother’s a meddling cupid.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

I propped myself up on an elbow to look at him. “So, about that wedding he mentioned...”

Logan’s smile was slow and full of promise. “How do you feel about getting married right here on the mountain?”

“Perfect,” I said, leaning down to kiss him. “Absolutely perfect.”

EPILOGUE

SAMANTHA

A Few Months Later…

I woke up to the smell of coffee. Logan’s side of the bed was empty but still warm, and I could hear him moving around outside. Three months of marriage, and I still got butterflies knowing he was just a few steps away.

Pulling on one of his flannel shirts, I padded to the kitchen. Through the window, I could see him chopping wood, shirtless despite the early morning chill. Some things never changed—like my appreciation for that particular view.

The coffee maker—a real one I’d insisted on buying—beeped its completion just as the front door opened. Logan came in, bringing with him the crisp mountain air and that woodsy scent that was uniquely him.

“Morning, Mrs. Miller.” He wrapped his arms around me from behind. His skin was cool from the outside air, but his kiss was warm against my neck.

“Morning, Mr. Miller.” I turned in his arms. “Ready for today’s group?”

He groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

I grinned at his expression. The local high school had contacted him about giving lessons in order to show the students there was more to the mountain than finding a place to hang out and get into trouble. “You’ll do fine.”

“If I survive.” He pulled me tighter. “You know I’d rather take you back to bed and have my wicked way with you. Again.”

I couldn’t help the shiver that went through me. He did that to me. Just looking at him, touching him, hearing that dark voice promise such naughty things. “I wish you could too, but Ethan’s coming up to discuss another app he’s working on.”

“He is, is he?” He leaned down to kiss me, his tongue licking against the seam of my mouth. I opened, how could I not? I was as addicted to him as I was to my morning coffee.

We stood there simply enjoying each other. When he pulled away, I asked, “What do you think of building a larger cabin?”

“That’s a change in subject.”

“I know, but I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh, should I be worried?” I knew he was thinking of the website I’d designed for his tour business. It had doubled his business and he was considering bringing in another person. Neither he nor Ethan had to worry about working ever again, thanks to the sale of their previous tech company, but I knew Logan loved going out on the mountain, showing people the beauty that existed outside of a city.

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