Page 17 of Hunted By the Mountain Man

“We?”

I nod against his back, feathering it with my lips. “Whether you’re ready to admit it or not, we’re tangled together, Beau… Karmically, emotionally, mentally…”

“I could never let you bear the weight of my karma, though I don’t even know what that entails.”

“I’m not asking you to know, mountain man. I’m asking you to feel.”

He exhales loudly. “I feel you in every cell of being, to the depths of my soul. Even if you left me, I would carry a part of you with me … somehow.”

“Yes,” I say, a thrill running through my body at his welcome words. “Fate has brought us together?—”

He turns in my arms, his big hands gripping my hips. “Does it have to be fate? Or can it be something else?”

“What?” I ask breathlessly, confused by his question.

“That brought us together?” His eyes penetrate my soul, swirling with unreadable emotions.

“I don’t care what you want to call it. I need you, Beau. More than I’ve ever needed any man, right or wrong, logical or illogical. I need you to make me feel safe and loved…”

“And complete,” he finishes, staring down at me. Suddenly, he scoops me up in his arms, effortlessly. Like I’m dainty and precious. I let out a little puff of air, shocked by the bold move after so much longing. As a plus-sized woman who’s used to towering over many guys, I never get to feel this way. I love it. I love Beau, though it makes no sense at all.

His lips seize mine hungrily, a deep growl rumbling up from his chest as he ravages my mouth. I melt into his embrace, and his tongue slips between my lips, dancing with mine and casting delicious sparkles of heat up and down my spine. Pulling back and breathing hard, he drinks me in with his eyes. “You’re sharing my bed, Brynn. Tonight … today, tomorrow, whatever the hell time it is. And I’m not letting you go until we’re fully, completely, thoroughly entangled.”

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, pressing my cheek against his chest and feeling his heartbeat. Everything about this is rushed and haphazard. Yet it feels more right than anything I’ve done in a long time. Being here with my stalker, snuggled in his arms, surrounded by his house and the things that he loves, I feel at home in ways I never thought possible. In ways I thought I would never want as a self-declared digital nomad.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted this over the past week,” the mountain man pants in low tones as I turn the knob of his bedroom door, and he kicks it open gently, leading me straight to his bed. He sets me down on the bottom corner so that my legs straddle it, unhesitatingly dropping to his knees in front of me. “I have to make you feel good, Brynn. Better than you’ve ever felt before. I want you to crave me down to your very essence … the way I crave you.”

I open my mouth to answer, but instead, a ravished sigh escapes me as his hands slide up my outer thighs and beneath the edges of his massive sweatshirt. His startled eyes meet mine as he lets out a surprised sigh, saying, “You’re commando right now? Fuck, Brynn.”

I nod, giggling. “You didn’t expect me to put a dirty pair of panties back on after my shower. Did you?”

His face simmers as he questions, “Were they dirty, Brynn, or were they wet? I need to know.”

“Oh, Beau,” I exhale as his fingers tease over my hips, squeezing and massaging them possessively.

“Honesty,” he reminds with a naughty smile.

“Drenched. Like every other pair since the first time I saw you.”

“Yeah?” he says, a ravishing smile dancing across his lips. “And what have you done for yourself when I made you so wet?”

I exhale sharply as his fingers tease their way to my inner thighs, tracing the crease where my thighs meet my hips on either side, mere inches from my pussy lips. “Self-care,” I squeak, my voice indignant as I try to form words, desire swirling thick and palpable around us.

“Did you finger yourself to thoughts of me? Or use a vibrator?” His face is dark and dangerous, filled with a ravenous need.

“I fingered myself, pretending it was your fingers…”

“And what else?” his voice comes out like a grunt.

“Your tongue and your cock.”

“You’re going to make me come, and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet. I shouldn’t be surprised, considering how watching you undoes me on every fucking level,” he confesses. “I’ve jerked off to you more times this week than I’ll ever admit, the thought of your warm, velvety cunt wrapped around this cock almost more than I can bear.”

His confession tightens my core to the point of painful urgency. “Beau, I need you so much. All I could think about when I was on the yoga mat doing poses at the lake was how much I wanted you to come up behind me and claim me as yours.”

He growls, more animal than man, sitting back on his heels. “Fuck, if I had known… It was all I could think about, too.”

“Really?”

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