Page 27 of Connecting with the Mountain Man

Silas grins, pulling me even closer. “I’d let you. But that’s not going to happen. I’m keeping her for good.”

I roll my eyes but can’t stop the blush creeping across my cheeks. Luke just chuckles, grabbing a bag of muffins from the display case.

“Alright, lovebirds. I’m out of here before I lose my appetite.”

The door swings shut behind him, and Silas wastes no time, turning me in his arms. His gaze is soft but heated, locking with mine like I’m the only thing that exists.

“I meant what I said,” Silas murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’m keeping you.”

I smile, threading my fingers through his hair. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

His kiss tastes like sugar and promises, and for the first time, I know this—us—is forever.

“Can we go home?” I murmur, trailing my fingers down his chest, feeling the tension coiled beneath his skin. “There’s something I desperately want to try.”

Silas’s gaze darkens instantly, his eyes flashing with heat. One brow arches slowly. “Oh? Care to elaborate, sweetheart?”

I press up on my toes, brushing my lips over his ear. “Not here. I need you all to myself.”

His growl is low and dangerous, vibrating against my skin. “Say no more.”

A few hours later, we’re tangled up in his cabin, the fire crackling in the background, but all I can focus on is him—naked, stretched out on the bed, his cock already thick and hard as I kneel between his legs.

“You know,” he rasps, dragging his knuckles along my jaw, “I always thought those blueberry scones you make were the best sight in the world. But you, on your knees in front of me like this? A fucking sight to behold.”

I smirk, trailing my fingertips along his thighs, watching them tense beneath my touch. “Better than scones?”

“Infinitely.” His voice is rough, thick with need. “But if you keep teasing me like that, sweetheart, you might not make it to dessert.”

I glance up at him through my lashes, heart pounding as I lean forward, pressing soft kisses along the length of his cock, feeling it twitch beneath my lips. His hands slide into my hair, guiding me gently, but there’s a hunger behind his grip that makes my pulse race.

“I’m just getting started,” I whisper, flicking my tongue along the underside of his shaft, savoring the low groan that rumbles deep in his chest. “I want to take my time.”

“Take all the time you need,” he growls, tightening his hold, “but don’t expect me to hold back when it’s my turn.”

I hum against him, letting my lips part as I trail lower, taking him inch by inch, tasting every bit of him like he’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever had. And judging by the way he moans my name, I know he’s thinking the same about me.

I slide my tongue around the thick head, circling slowly, teasing him with featherlight flicks. His grip tightens in my hair, and I can feel the tension rippling through his thighs, his hips shifting like he’s barely holding himself back.

“Fuck, Eden.” His voice breaks, raw and needy. “You’re killing me.”

I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck, letting him feel the heat of my mouth wrap around him. His cock twitches against my tongue, and I moan softly, letting the vibration sink into his skin.

His head falls back against the pillows, but his eyes stay locked on me, dark and possessive. “Look at you,” he breathes, threading his fingers tighter in my hair. “So pretty with your mouth full of me.”

I hum in response, dragging my lips up and down his length, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of him. I let him slide out just enough to flick my tongue over the tip, swirling around it before sinking back down, taking him deeper, inch by inch, until I feel him at the back of my throat.

“God, Eden,” he groans, bucking his hips slightly. “You’re perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”

I grip his thighs, holding him steady as I work him, taking my time, drawing him closer to the edge with every stroke of my tongue and every hollowed pull of my lips. His breathing grows ragged, and I know he’s close—so close.

“Sweetheart,” he grits out, tugging at my hair gently. “If you don’t stop now, I’m going to come down your throat.”

I pull back just enough to smirk up at him, licking the bead of precum off the tip. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

His eyes flash dangerously, and he grips my jaw, dragging me up until our mouths crash together in a searing kiss. His cock presses against my stomach, hard and throbbing between us.

“You keep talking like that, Eden,” he growls, pulling me to my feet with one swift motion, “and I’m not going to be gentle.”

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