Page 10 of Mountain Man's Surrender

Aspen stiffens, seeming to sense my hesitation. She draws back, her eyes finding mine in the firelight. My senses are overloaded, every nerve in my body on fire. The scent of Aspen’s skin, the taste of her mouth, it’s all consuming. And I want more. I need more.

I press another kiss to her lips.

“Tell me to stop,” I murmur against her, even as my hands slide under her sweater, pushing it up to reveal smooth, perfect skin. “Tell me this is wrong.”

Her eyes meet mine, green and fiery in the dancing light of the flames. So much like Simon’s that for a moment, my resolve strengthens. I shouldn’t do this. Shouldn’t cross this line. But then she speaks.

“I want you. I want this. Now.” And with that, she tugs her sweater over her head.

My cabin suddenly feels too small, too intimate. I’ve never had a woman here, but somehow, with this woman, it feels…right. As if I can care for her at this moment. As if I could worship her forever, if she’d let me.

The wind whistles through the eaves as snow continues to fall outside, piling higher against the doors and windows. We’re trapped here, together, with nothing but our desire, yet there’s nowhere on earth I’d rather be.

And when Aspen reaches around and unclasps her bra, revealing her full, perfect breasts as the lace falls to her lap, it’s the last straw. My gaze roams over her, taking in every luscious curve, every soft line. She’s beautiful, so fucking beautiful. And I’m going straight to hell for wanting her, for betraying Simon this way. But I can’t stop, can’t pull away, not when she’s looking at me like that, when she’s asking for it, and not when the firelight is dancing across her skin, making her glow.

I cup her breasts, lifting and massaging as she responds to my touch, her breathing growing faster, ragged. She moans softly, her head falling back, giving me access to her neck. I pinch her nipples as my lips trail kisses down her throat and my tongue licks along her collarbone. I dip my chin lower to draw one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. Her fingers dig into my shoulders.

“Landry,” she groans, her tone a plea.

I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention, loving the way she responds to me, the way her body is so expressive. As if it would never even occur to her to hold back anything.

I need more. I need all of her. I stand, pulling her to her feet. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t protest as I scoop her up into my arms and head down the hallway, turning sideways to fit through the bedroom door.

The bedroom is cold compared to the living room, the fire’s warmth not reaching this far yet. Moonlight filters through the frost-covered windows, casting everything in silver and blue. The roof groans under the weight of the snowfall as I lay Aspen on the cool sheets. She shivers until I join her, every inch of my body on fire as I cover hers. She snakes her arms around my neck, her fingers sliding through my hair, nails scraping against my scalp as I kiss her again, deeper this time, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hands explore her body.

The pressure in my jeans is almost unbearable, but it’s nothing compared to the way I want to please this woman. I break off the kiss to unbutton her jeans, sliding them down her legs, taking her socks with them. She’s left in only her panties, a thin scrap of lace that does little to hide her from me.

I trail kisses down her body, lingering on her stomach, her hips. Goosebumps cover her skin as she trembles beneath me, though whether from cold or anticipation, I can’t tell.

“Tell me to stop,” I repeat, whispering against her thigh. If she does I will, no questions asked, although it will be, by far, the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

“If you stop now, I’ll keep going,” she protests, her hands flying to my shoulders to pin me in place. The sexy-as-fuck threat makes my cock twitch.

“Believe me, darling,” I assure her, between slow kisses along her inner thigh that spread her legs wide, “I’d love nothing more than to watch you touch yourself. To see your fingers, wet and dripping with your juices, rubbing your clit until you come. But right now, that’s my job.”

Her breath catches when I finally press a kiss against the fabric at her center. She jerks, her hips lifting off the bed as she lets out a soft cry.

I hook my fingers in her panties, sliding them down her legs, revealing glistening pink folds. Hell, she’s beautiful, so wet andready. I can’t resist any longer. I dip my head, inhaling her scent and then run my tongue along her length as I taste her. The low moan that emerges from deep in her chest goes straight to my cock. I’ve never been so hard in my life. Or as determined to make this gorgeous girl see stars.

The cabin around us fades away until there’s nothing but the two of us in this bed, in this moment. The cold air from the window meets the heat of our bodies, creating a fog that clings to the glass. Outside, the world is covered in white, pristine and untouched. Inside, we’re giving in to needs that have been building since the moment she walked into the garage. Into my life.

I lick and suck, relentless as my tongue explores every inch of her core. She tastes amazing, sweet and musky, and I can’t get enough. Her hands fist in my hair, holding me to her as she writhes beneath me, her breathing growing faster, her moans growing louder.

“Landry,” she gasps, her body tensing. “I’m close. So close.”

I don’t stop, don’t slow down. I want to feel her come, want to taste her release as she trembles beneath me. I suck her clit into my mouth and slide two fingers inside her. Before I can sink them past my knuckles, she shatters, her body convulsing, her cries filling the room.

I continue to lick her gently and finger her slowly as I bring her down from her orgasm until she’s lying limp and sated beneath me. Only then do I stand, stripping off my clothes, my cock hard and aching. The cool air of the bedroom raises goosebumps on my skin, but I hardly notice, too consumed by the need to be inside her. I fist myself, squeezing tight and stroking once, twice, as precum drips from my tip.

She looks up, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she watches.

“More,” she whispers, hitching up her knees to welcome me. I climb back onto the bed, fitting perfectly into the groove as my body covers hers once more. She reaches down to grab my ass, her nails biting into the flesh as she pulls me against her.

Fuck me. Aspen’s an insatiable minx, but still, I hesitate. A moment of sanity slices through the need pulsing in my veins as the weight of what I’m about to do crushes me. This is Simon’s daughter, for heaven’s sake. She’s young and innocent. And I’m… I’m not the kind of man she deserves.

But just then, the wind picks up, and Aspen’s wet heat presses against me. She murmurs my name, dragging me back to the present. To her. I lose all hesitation. I can’t resist the temptation. Not anymore. Tonight, in this remote cabin with the snow piling up around it, there’s only her.

I adjust my position to find her entrance, pushing inside slowly, giving her time to adjust. She’s tight, so tight, and I grit my teeth to keep from blowing my load right then and there.

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