Page 8 of Mountain Man's Mail Order Treat

His mouth left my breast with a slow, teasing drag of his tongue, and he shifted until he was hovering over me again. His dark eyes locked onto mine as his fingers finally—finally—slid beneath the lace of my panties. My breath hitched, my hips arching instinctively toward his touch.

“So eager,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I love that about you.”

His fingers traced delicate, maddening circles just above where I needed him most, and I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Jareth?—”

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his breath hot against my throat as he kissed his way up my neck.

“You,” I gasped. “God, just—touch me.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and then his fingers were there, sliding through my slick heat, teasing my entrance before stroking upward in one slow, deliberate glide. My back arched off the bed, a cry tearing from my lips as pleasure shot through me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his thumb pressing against my clit in tight, relentless circles while his fingers worked me deeper. “So wet. So fucking responsive.”

I was already trembling, my thighs shaking around his hand as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. His mouth crashed back onto mine, swallowing my moans as his fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that made me see stars.

“Come for me,” he demanded against my lips.

And just like that, I shattered. Pleasure exploded through me, my body clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me. I barely had time to catch my breath before Jareth was shifting over me, his hard length pressing against my thigh, his eyes burning with hunger.

“That was just the beginning,” he promised, his voice a dark, delicious threat.

I smiled up at him. “Now it’s your turn.”

And as he settled between my thighs, I knew I was in for the ride of my life.

Jareth’s body pressed against mine, his arousal hot and heavy along my thigh. I could feel the tension in his muscles, therestraint in every breath he took, and it thrilled me—knowing how much he wanted me, how hard he was fighting to keep control.

His lips found mine again, this kiss deeper, hungrier, as if he couldn’t get enough. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, my hips lifting instinctively against him.

Then, just as he began to shift, aligning himself between my legs, I suddenly remembered—protection.

“Wait,” I gasped, breaking the kiss. His dark eyes flickered with concern, but I quickly reassured him, stroking his jaw. “I just… we didn’t talk about birth control.”

Jareth stilled, his expression unreadable for a moment before he exhaled sharply. “Shit. You’re right.”

He started to pull back, but I tightened my grip on his shoulders. “I’m not on anything,” I admitted, my voice steadier than I expected. “And…I don’t want to use anything.”

His brows lifted in surprise. “You don’t?”

I shook my head, my pulse racing. “No. I want you. All of you. No barriers.” I swallowed, then added, softer, “And if that means we start a family… I want that too.”

Jareth’s gaze burned into mine, searching, questioning. “You’re sure?”

“Completely.”

A slow, possessive smile curved his lips. “Good. Because the thought of filling you up, of putting a baby in you…” His voice dropped to a rough whisper. “Fuck, it’s all I can think about now.”

My breath hitched at his words, heat pooling low in my belly.

He kissed me again, deep and claiming, before pulling back just enough to murmur, “It’s your first time. I’ll go slow.”

I nodded, nerves and anticipation twisting together as he positioned himself at my entrance. His thumb brushed over my clit in slow, soothing circles, easing the tension, preparing me.

“Relax for me,” he murmured, pressing forward just slightly.

I gasped at the unfamiliar pressure, but his touch never stopped—gentle, rhythmic strokes that sent sparks of pleasure through me, distracting from the discomfort.

“That’s it,” he praised, his voice thick with restraint. “Just like that.”

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