Page 10 of Charming Mountain Man

“Fuck, Callie,” I groan. “You keep looking at me like that and I’m not gonna be able to stop.”

“Then don’t.”

She pulls me down again, our mouths clashing, tongues sliding together in a messy, hungry kiss. My hand moves beneath her shirt, fingers splaying across the bare skin of her belly. She moans when I brush the underside of her breast, and I swear it shoots straight to my cock.

I sit back just long enough to yank her shirt off, tossing it aside, then drag my hands up her sides, over her bra. Her nipples are hard through the fabric, and I lean down to suck one through the lace while she whimpers, clutching my shoulders.

“Take it off,” she breathes.

I do, slow and deliberate, unclasping the bra and pulling it away, revealing perfect, soft curves I can’t wait to taste. I kiss her chest, her ribs, the dip between her hips. Her jeans are next. I pop the button and slide them down her legs, leaving her in nothing but pale blue panties that are already damp.

She reaches for my flannel, fingers fumbling with the buttons. I help her, dragging it off and tossing it to the side, followed by my T-shirt. Her eyes roam over my chest, wide and full of need.

“Garrett…”

“You’re still wearing these,” I growl, tugging at her panties with my teeth.

She gasps, laughing breathlessly. “God, you’re dirty.”

“You like it.”

“Yeah,” she moans as I peel them off and settle between her thighs. “I really do.”

My fingers slide through her slick heat, teasing her until she’s squirming. Then I dip my head, licking her slowly, savoring every whimper, every roll of her hips. I suck her clit, lap at her entrance, and slide two fingers deep inside until she’s gasping my name.

“Garrett, I’m gonna—”

I keep going until she cries out, shuddering around my fingers, thighs shaking.

When I finally rise above her, I’m already naked, cock thick and hard, dragging through her slick folds as she stares up at me with wild eyes.

“Please,” she whispers. “I need you.”

I push inside slowly, groaning at the feel of her. Tight. Hot. Wet. She gasps and arches, wrapping her legs around my waist as I bottom out.

We move together, finding a rhythm, her nails scraping down my back, my mouth everywhere—her neck, her breast, her lips. I thrust harder, deeper, grinding against her clit until she’s trembling again.

“You feel so good,” she pants. “So fucking good.”

I grab her thigh, angling her just right, and she cries out, clawing at me as another orgasm crashes over her.

That’s all it takes. I follow with a broken groan, spilling into her, hips jerking as everything inside me unravels.

After, we lie tangled together beneath the stars, skin slick with sweat, breath mingling in the cool mountain air.

And for the first time in years, I don’t feel alone.

As we reach the peak of passion, Callie clings to me tightly, her eyes locked on mine, filled with tenderness and longing.“Garrett,” she breathes, her voice thick with emotion, “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“Me neither,” I admit roughly, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss.

Eventually, spent and sated, we remain entwined, wrapped in each other’s warmth, hearts beating together. I finally accept the truth in this quiet, perfect moment—I no longer want solitude. All I want is Callie, forever.

Chapter Seven

Callie

Returning to Pine Hollow is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. As Garrett helps me gently out of his truck, supporting me so I don’t put too much weight on my still-tender ankle, I feel the immediate shift in his demeanor. Gone is the man who whispered tenderly under the stars and made passionate love in our tent; back is the guarded, withdrawn Garrett Pierce who’d scowled at me over camping gear in his store.

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