Page 16 of Heart of the Mountain
I stand and scoop Sadie’s limp body up in my arms and sit us down on the couch, with her curled up in my lap. It’s a special kind of hell having the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, completely naked on my lap while my cock is aching and harder than it’s ever been, but this wasn’t about that. Her pleasure will always come first.
I cup her head with one hand and tuck her into my chest, while stroking her bare back with my other hand, hoping to provide some comfort to her after such an intense first sexual experience.
“You did so good,” I praise. “You’re so beautiful, letting me have control of your pleasure like that,” I whisper before kissing the top of her head. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“So good,” Sadie breathes out as she snuggles deeper into my embrace. I don’t know where to go from here, but I’m content to have this incredible woman in my arms for now. In fact, I think I might be content to have this woman in my arms forever.
7
SADIE
Cutter went out back a few hours ago to get some chores done around the property, leaving me all propped up on the couch with another classic kung-fu movie playing. I can’t stop smiling and blushing at everything we did this morning.
I can’t believe the sexiest man I’ve ever seen scooped me up from the forest floor, brought me back to his cabin, cared for me, and then gave me multiple orgasms on his kitchen counter. Whose life am I living right now?
My phone beeps in my purse, the muffled sound bringing my filthy fantasies to an abrupt halt. I didn’t have any service while out in the woods, but the reception is just fine here in the cabin. My boss sent me an email yesterday asking how the property assessment was going. I gave her a generic response that I hoped would get her off my back for a few days. When I grab my phone and peer down at the screen, however, I see that my plan didn’t work as well as I’d hoped.
Sadie,
I need an update ASAP. Your full report is due by the end of the day.
I expect you back in the office on Monday, ready to brainstorm ideas on turning Hope Mountain into Money-Maker Mountain.
Ew. Has she always been so… greedy? Entitled? Probably, but I didn’t notice because I was so excited to have a job that allowed me to move out of state. Maybe Cutter was right – everyone at Top Spot Realty is selfish and soulless. Am I just as bad for accepting the job without doing more research?
Before I have a chance to completely spiral out of control, the back door opens, revealing a shirtless Cutter, his muscled frame silhouetted by the afternoon sun pouring inside the cabin. God, how is he more potent than I remember? He’s only been gone for a couple of hours, but I crave everything about this man.
“You can’t look at me like that,” the sexy beast says, the dark look in his eyes matching my own. He looks feral.
“Like what?” I ask with what I hope is a seductive smile. I bite my bottom lip, something that I’ve noticed drives Cutter crazy.
Cutter prowls toward me, his muscles rippling with each measured movement. He stops in front of where I’m sitting on the couch, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.
“Like you want me fuck you until you pass out from too many orgasms. Is that what you want?”
I nod without hesitation. Cutter growls, and next thing I know, I’m in his arms, being carried toward the bedroom. His lips find mine, and he kisses the breath from my lungs, unable to wait a second longer for a taste. I’m the same way.
Cutter slides me down his body, setting me down at the foot of his bed. He reluctantly pulls his mouth away from mine. I automatically follow him, seeking more of his lips, his taste, his tongue. He brings both of his hands up, cupping the sides of my neck and resting his forehead on mine. Both of us are breathing heavily, sharing the same air, and savoring the tension crackling between us.
“Be very sure you want this, my beautiful girl. Once I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
“Same,” I breathe before tilting my head and kissing him again. “Just tell me what to do. I… I don’t know how to do any of this.”
“Touch me,” he groans. “Touch me everywhere. Anywhere. Just please… I need you to touch me right fucking now.”
I slide my hands up his torso, feeling his tightly packed abs for the first time. A shiver runs through him as he flexes and tenses beneath my fingertips. I continue my exploration, tracing over the swirls of ink on his chest and arms, and then I get a wicked thought.
Before I can second-guess myself, I lick up the center of his torso, dipping my tongue in the grooves of his muscles and tasting his salty, warm skin. Cutter growls, the agonizing sound spurring me on.
I trail kisses over his broad chest and nip at his neck as I rub my body against his. My man can’t hold back any longer, and I’m more than ready for him to take control.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, his fingers finding the hem of the oversized shirt of his I’m wearing.
Cutter takes his time lifting it higher and higher, the fabric tickling my sensitive skin and making me shudder. I’m completely naked underneath, a fact Cutter realizes when he tosses the shirt aside. His hands cover my breasts, kneading my soft flesh and plucking my nipples.
“Oh god,” I moan, bowing my back and thrusting my chest further into his hands.
He trails his hands down my torso, slowly, feeling every inch of my skin along the way. I don’t have time to feel self-conscious about the extra weight around my hips and belly. Not when Cutter is humming softly and massaging everywhere he can reach.
