Page 10 of Beastly Mountain Man

God, she’s radiant when she blushes. That pink flush spills from her cheeks down to her collarbones, and for a heartbeat, she studies her toes before peeking up through her lashes.

“You didn’t have to do that.” She plucks at the borrowed shirt clinging to her frame. “I mean… this one’s comfy. Might have to steal a few more…”

The bags hit the floor with a thud.

One step. That’s all it takes before she’s in my arms—her squeak of surprise dissolving into laughter as I hoist her up. She’s warm. Alive. And the way her legs instinctively wrap around my waist?

I know I can’t wait another minute before I make her mine.

“I bought a few dresses,” I murmur against her throat as I carry her through my—ourcabin. “You can wear my shirts, steal them all. But I want to see you in other clothes, too.Please.”

She nods, breath already uneven as we reach the bedroom. The sheets are still tangled from where she’d slept earlier, carrying the warm imprint of her body.

I set her down—slowly—letting her feel every inch she slides against me before her feet touch the mattress. Then my fingers make quick work of the buttons, each pop revealing more of her.

More of her than I’ve ever seen. The soft curve of her stomach, rising with each shallow breath. The full swell of her breasts, tipped with peaks that beg for my mouth.

“Fuck me.”Pushing my shirt away, I watch the way she squirms. “June.”

I pant her name like a prayer, whispering it repeatedly as I struggle to believe she’s real. She is, I feel the heat of her body against my palm as I squeeze her breast. So soft and full.

Swooping in, her body arches as I wrap my lips around one bud. Nibbling and sucking, I squeeze the other.

It’s a shame I didn’t taste her everywhere earlier.

A broken moan lodges in her throat when my teeth graze her nipple—sharp, then soothing with the swipe of my tongue. Her back arches, fingers scrambling for anchor: one hand twisted in my hair, the other white-knuckling the sheets.

Back and forth, I give both buds attention. Only when her breathing turns ragged do I trail higher, my lips skating up the column of her throat.

“I want inside,” I murmur against her pulse point—and feel the way her body reacts. The sharp swallow. The hitch of her ribs. The way her hips arch up in a silent plea.

Every inch of her body is so sensitive. Twitching and jerking against my touch, the next sigh that leaves her lips is breathless as I grind my hips against hers.

My cock has been unforgiving, constantly swollen, constantly leaking. Every time I look at her, I want to claim her virginity. No, I’ve wanted more. Her dainty fingers against my shaft, her lips against my weepy head, all of it.

Each drag of my hips is a reminder of every hard inch that is hers.

Just like she is mine, I am hers.

“Ace…” Whimpering my name, she tilts her chin back to give my mouth more room to kiss. A shudder wracks through her when I suck a mark against her skin, circling it with my tongue after.

Soon, she’s nodding. Without question, she wants me. Wants this.Us.

Pulling away, I peel off my shirt. Feeling better without it under her clouded gaze, my skin prickles the longer she stares.

She’s got that swollen bottom lip caught between her teeth again.

“You’re making it very hard to control myself.” Breathing in, the aroma of her arousal hits my nose like a perfume. My head spins as I inhale sharply, and I groan in the back of my throat.

Then she spreads her thighs. So slick, I can see the pink through the white, the fabric soaked.

I shouldn’t have bought her new underwear. Rather, I don’t want anything getting in my way whenever I want access to her pussy.

Reaching for her underwear, I slide them down her thighs. Fisting them tight, I bring them to my nose.

“That’s not—” Stuttering on her words as I breathe in deep, her blush grows.

“I’m addicted, June. Let me enjoy every hit I can get.” Moaning the words, I have to squeeze my cock through my jeans to control myself.

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