Page 11 of Chosen for the Mountain Man

I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she arches off the bed with a cry. Her hands fist in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting. “Like that?” I murmur.

“Yes.God, yes.”

I switch to her other breast, rolling her nipple between my teeth until she’s writhing. Her hips grind against me, seeking friction. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I mutter against her skin. “I’m gonna make this so good for you, baby. Promise.”

I trail lower, kissing down her stomach. She tenses when I reach her hips. “Max—you don’t have to?—”

“Oh,honey, Iwantto. With every fiber of my being.” I spread her legs, holding her gaze. “Please let me taste you.”

Her nod is barely a twitch.

The first lick steals her breath. She tastes sweet, addictive, her folds slick and swollen. I drag my tongue through her, savoring her gasp. “So perfect. You taste divine,” I rasp. “I’m going to eat this delicious pussy until you scream.”

“Max—”

I lick and suck her sensitive flesh, teasing her clit with my lips and tongue. Her back bows off the bed, thighs trembling, but Idon’t stop. Not when she chants my name, not when her fingers fist the sheets.

“Close,” she whines. “Please, please?—”

I hum against her clit. “Come for me, Ciara. Let me feel you explode.”

And in seconds she shatters, crying out, her orgasm clenching her thighs around my head. I ride it out, gentling my touch until she collapses.

When I crawl back up her body, she’s glowing—flushed, sweaty,radiant. She cups my face, her thumb brushing my lower lip. “That was?—”

“Round one,” I finish, grinning.

CHAPTER 6

CIARA

My brain short-circuits.

Max, the god among men, just rewired my entire nervous system with his talented tongue, and I’m floating somewhere between bliss and full-blown panic. Did I really just orgasm like a fireworks finale while clamped around his face like a starfish?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Do I regret it?

Nope, not even a little.

But as he hovers over me now, all carved muscle and primal hunger, reality smacks me: this mountain of an ex-Marine is about to beinside me.

“You still with me, baby?” Max rasps, brushing damp hair from my forehead. His voice is deep and husky, and it does unspeakable things to my ovaries.

“Define ‘with you,’” I croak, gesturing limply at my post-orgasm noodle limbs. “I think my soul left my body.”

He chuckles, low and wicked, nipping my lips. “Good. Now let’s bring it back.”

His hand slides down between my thighs, and I gasp.

“Told you it was round one.” His fingers circle my clit, already coaxing another moan. “But only if you’re ready for more. Remember, you can sayred?”

“Green,” I blurt, gripping his biceps. “Super green.” This man makes me feel like a wanton goddess.

His pupils dilate, a predator locking onto prey. “Thank Christ.”

He kisses me hard, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth with desperation, and my hips rock against his. Friction burns where his cock—holy hell—so thick and iron-hard, presses against my belly. Every ridge of it digs into me as he shifts, and I swear I hear angels harmonizing.

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