Page 13 of Wild for the Mountain Man

The guy’s gone pale though and he rushes through the end of the ceremony, stuttering. “I n-now pronounce you man and w-wife. You may k-kiss the bride.”

I step into Livvy’s space and sweep her close, tipping her backwards. “Finally. You’re all mine, angel. For the rest of our lives.”

I lean down and touch her lips with mine, fire burning in my veins. She mewls and opens her lips and all hell breaks loose, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, tugging hard at me. Her tongue tangles with mine and I moan, breaking the kiss and lifting her over my shoulder. She laughs and squeals, “Adam Redfern, put me down right this second.”

Slapping her ass, I hand the impersonator a wad of money and laugh. “I’m never letting you go, baby. Never.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Elvis, about our paperwork and such. I’ve got other needs right now.”

I jog out of the room, my lovely new bride jostling on my back. The hotel is right next door and I grin at the doorman as he holds the door open for me. “Thanks, man.”

Guests in the lobby smirk and point but nobody’s shocked. I’m sure unusual things happen all the time in Vegas.

I grab the first elevator up and whistle lowly as I watch the numbers climb.

“Are you planning on putting me down?” Livvy asks, her slender fingers tapping on my back.

“When we get to our room, yes.”

“Why? I’m being a good girl.”

“And you’re gonna be my very good girl from now on, angel. But I am pretty on edge right now. So I am not letting you down until I get you alone and under me, angel.”

The doors ding open and I stalk out, sliding the key card over the panel, grinning when it flies open. Kicking it shut, I groan and flip Livvy over and slide her to the floor in front of me. Her coppery curls lie in a tousled mess on her slender, creamy shoulders. Her pretty face is flushed and her hazel eyes glow with love.

I reach out and rest my palms on either side of her beautiful face. I lean down and growl, settling my lips on hers, our lips moving easily, sweetly, deeply against each other. She tastes like sweet, sweet honey and I can’t get enough. She moves closer, her luscious body melding, moving against me, until I’m harder than a steel pipe, my hips bumping hers.

I move back and gently set her away from me. She tries to move back into me and whines when I push her back away. Wagging a finger at her, I smirk. “Ah-ah, angel. I want you to strip. Right now.”

“How romantic for our honeymoon,” she huffs.

“Go on. Do it.”

She turns and shows me her slender back. “I need help to undo the buttons.”

I lift a shaking hand and gently undo the buttons, clearing my throat. Then I push the dress apart and down her shoulders and back to gather at her hips. “Lord, you’re beautiful, angel. A vision.” I gently help her step out of the long, silken white skirt. “And you’re all mine. Mrs. Adam Redfern.”

She giggles and turns to face me, her hands at her side, her cheeks flushed pink and her chin dipping shyly. “Why am I standing here in just my bra and panties, Adam?”

Because she’s a vision. A perfect picture of lush curves in creamy white and pink bra and panties. An overwhelming need to possess her takes over me and I drop to my knees at her dainty little feet in white high heels. I gently lift one and unbuckle the shoe and slip it off her foot. Then I move on to the other shoe and do the same. I stare up at her, my hands gliding up her legs and parting her thighs.

“This is our wedding night. I want to claim you the way I’ve been dreaming about since I met you. I fell in love when I looked into your hazel eyes and saw my whole entire word, my future, our future in them.”

Her hand touches my jaw and a single tear trickles down her rosy cheek. “I love you so much, Adam. I never thought I’d get this lucky. Never thought I’d find a man that wanted me.”

I smirk. “Oh…I want you. I want to own you, claim you, brand you as mine.”

Her full lips twist and she glares at me with a watery giggle. “Don’t spoil this moment, Adam.”

I shake my head. “There is nothing you could do or say that could ruin this moment for me.”

“Dammit, Adam. You’re too sweet for words. My big, gruff mountain man with a soft, mushy center.”

My brow lifts and I run my hands up her center, dragging her panties down and flicking them over my shoulder. “Angel, there is nothing mushy about me right now.”

Her mouth opens but before she can say one more word, I bury my tongue between her silky thighs, her musky scent surrounding me, drugging me. “Fuck, angel. There is nothing that I want more than you. I’d drag the moon from the sky and make a necklace to wrap around your slender throat if you asked me to. I’d search for buried treasure, fight the strongest man…anything to have you.”

“Luckily you don’t have to do all that. We’re married,” she whimpers, her legs shaking as I delve between her thighs, my tongue tapping at her bundle of nerves as I run my fingers through her folds, her juices dripping onto my tongue.

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