Page 26 of Heart of the Mountain
Sitting back on the couch, I watch my big, burly, tatted-up mountain man set logs in the fireplace along with kindling, then light a match. The orange glow flickers over his face and torso, highlighting his sharp features. He stands and turns toward me, the shadows dancing across the corded muscles of his arms and chest.
“What are we going to do now?” I ask. Oh god, is that my voice? I sound needy and wanton, but Cutter isn’t complaining.
His eyes darken as he stalks toward me, my heart racing in anticipation. I’m suddenly flushed and achy, and I rip the blanket off my lap. Cutter pulls me up off the couch, spearing his fingers through my hair and tilting my head up so our lips are inches apart.
“I can think of a few things I’d like to do to you,” he whispers before sealing his lips over mine.
The kiss is possessive and hungry. His hands are everywhere as he continues to dominate me with every stroke of his tongue. I break our kiss briefly to gulp down air, but Cutter hardly lets me take a breath before his hand cups the back of my neck, holding me in place while he devours me. He’s right. I don’t need air. I need him.
My hands slip under his shirt, and I moan as I run my fingers over every defined muscle I can reach. Cutter kisses down my neck and sinks his teeth into my shoulder, making me claw at his chest.
“Jesus, Sadie. I need you naked, but I can’t take my hands off you. My lips off you…” He trails off, his words muffled from where he started nibbling and sucking on my neck.
“I need you, too,” I breathe, hardly able to string those four words together.
He finally untangles himself from me, though he has to wrap an arm around my hips to hold me steady as my knees give out.
“You okay?” he asks, nuzzling into the side of my neck. His voice is rough and deep, pouring over my skin and making me shiver.
I nod, unable to speak at the moment. Cutter chuckles darkly and then steps away from me, stripping off his shirt. God, I’ll never get tired of looking at him. Black ink swirls around his smooth, chiseled muscles, and I can’t stop the soft, needy whimper that falls from my lips.
Everything aches now that he’s no longer touching me. My skin is too tight, the electricity humming along my nerves too powerful.
“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” he murmurs, stepping closer to me, completely naked.
I’m still fully clothed, and for some reason, that makes it all so much hotter. “I know.”
“You hurting for me?” Cutter whispers, ghosting his fingers down my neck and across my shoulder.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Everywhere.”
Cutter grunts and spins me around so my back is to his front. He grabs my hips and grinds his cock against my ass while nuzzling into my neck.
“Need you naked,” he murmurs, his lips tickling the shell of my ear.
I try stepping away from him so I can get out of the sweatshirt of his I’m wearing as a dress, but Cutter doesn’t let me move. Instead, he sweeps my hair to one side and places a soft kiss on the back of my neck while inching up the baggy shirt and lifting it over my head.
I stare into the dancing flames of the fire while Cutter continues trailing kisses down my spine as he undresses me completely. As soon as Cutter has my bra off, his hands cover my breasts, and he pulls me back into his hard chest. He squeezes the sensitive flesh and rubs my nipples until they harden into tight little points. Cutter trails his hands lower, taking time to explore my body.
I’m aware of every dip, curve, and roll his fingers touch. I want to squirm out of his embrace or have him fuck me already. There’s something so much more intimate about standing in the living room, naked, with the light of the fireplace bringing attention to every single one of my imperfections.
Cutter grips my hip with one hand while dragging his lips up my neck so he can nibble that sensitive spot beneath my ear. “I thought I told you I love your sexy fucking body,” he rasps. “I thought I showed you how crazy you make me.”
How did he know what I was thinking? “You’re just so… perfect,” I whisper.
“Perfect for you. Just like you’re perfect for me.”
“Show me again.”
“I’ll show you every fucking day.”
With that, Cutter presses a hand between my shoulder blades while still holding my hip in a tight grip with his other hand. I bend over and brace my hands on the arm of the couch. Cutter growls and slides his hands all over my back, my ass, my thighs, nudging my legs apart so he can stroke my aching pussy from behind.
I moan and buck my hips, rubbing against his hand shamelessly.
“Cutter…” I moan.
“Yeah, my filthy little angel?”
