Page 12 of Rescued By the Brooding Mountain Hero

She takes me deeper, her mouth moving up and down my length. I can feel the pressure building inside of me, my orgasm threatening to spill over. But I don't want it to end yet.

"Jade," I gasp out, my voice ragged. "I want to be inside of you."

She pulls back, her eyes meeting mine. There's a hunger in her gaze that matches my own. She nods, her hand reaching for my discarded jeans.

"Condom," she says simply.

I nod, my hands reaching for the foil packet. I tear it open, my fingers shaking slightly as I roll the latex onto my length. Jade watches me with hooded eyes, her breath coming in short gasps.

I position myself above her, my cock nudging at her entrance. She's so wet, so ready for me. I slide inside of her, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as I feel her tightness envelop me.

"Fuck," I groan, my hips thrusting forward.

Jade moans beneath me, her nails digging into my back. I feel her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper inside of her. I continue to thrust, my movements becoming more frantic as my orgasm builds.

"I'm close," I growl.

Jade nods, her own orgasm building. I feel her muscles tightening around me, her body trembling beneath me. And with one final thrust, we both come apart, our bodies shaking with pleasure.

I collapse onto the bed beside her, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Jade's head rests on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

"That was... both unexpected and incredible," she murmurs.

I smile, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "It was, city girl. It was."

I lie next to Jade, my arm wrapped around her waist as she drifts off to sleep. The storm continues to rage outside, the wind howling and the rain pounding against the cabin's roof. Butinside, it's warm and cozy, the crackling fire casting a soft glow over Jade's peaceful face.

I can't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events. Just a few hours ago, I was tracking down this headstrong woman, determined to pull her back from the jaws of danger. And now, here I am, lying in bed with her, our bodies still tangled together after a night of passion.

It's not like me to let myself go like this. I'm always in control, always focused on the task at hand. But there's something about Jade that makes me want to let go, to give in to my desires and let the rest of the world fade away.

As the night goes on and the rain begins to slow, I can't help but feel an unshakable protectiveness toward Jade. Her bravery and determination in pursuing her art, even stubbornly to a fault, awoke a part of me I didn't realize was dormant. She refuses to live a life defined by caution and fear, something my mountain rescuer's mentality couldn't fully appreciate until now.

But even as I hold her close, I can't shake the feeling that this can't last. Jade is an independent woman with a career and a life back in the city. How could she ever be happy with a man like me, who's always going to want to protect her and keep her safe?

I try to push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the feel of Jade's soft skin against mine, the way her hair smells like rain and wildflowers. But even as I join her in sleep, memories of her courage and spirit continue to torture me, reminding me of everything I can't have.

11

JADE

Iblink awake, the sound of birds chirping outside my cabin window replacing the booming thunder from last night. Stretching tentatively, I'm relieved to feel no lingering soreness from my harrowing ordeal on the mountain.

Memories of Beau's strong arms carrying me to safety, his urgent hands stripping off my drenched clothes flood back in vivid detail. I can still feel the heat of his bare skin pressed against mine, a passionate collision amid the raging storm.

I emerge from the warm cocoon of blankets, the chill morning air pebbling my naked skin. Beau's intense blue gaze follows my every move from where he sits in the armchair across the room, already fully dressed. An awkward silence stretches between us, heavy with the weight of what transpired in this very bed mere hours ago.

"Mornin'," Beau says finally, his deep voice even rougher than usual. "Storm's passed. How you feelin'?"

I tug the sheet higher, suddenly self-conscious about my curves on full display. "I'm okay. Thanks to you." I clear my throat, unsure what else to say.

Beau nods slowly, eyes still locked on mine. He looks like he wants to say something more but thinks better of it. "I best get goin'."

He stands abruptly, the chair screeching across the hardwood floor. I feel a pang of disappointment as he strides to the door without so much as a backward glance.

But then he pauses, hand on the doorknob, his broad shoulders rising and falling with a deep breath. "Jade, about last night..."

I clear my throat. "I... I don't usually..." Trailing off, I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Getting intimate with a virtual stranger, even one as ruggedly handsome as Beau, isn't like me at all. Yet I can't deny the storm of desire he awakened or the undeniable connection I feel with him.

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