Page 17 of The Mountain Man's Accidental Bride
Her fingers claw at my shoulders, dragging me closer like she’s afraid I’ll stop. As if I could. Nothing could possibly stop this from happening. Not even a tornado wrecking the mountain from the storm would be enough.
I swallow her next moan, my thumbs digging into the softness of her waist.Mine.The word pounds through me with every beat of my pulse. Every single inch, I’ll mark with my lips so everyone will know.
Now that she’s given herself up to me, there’s no way in hell I’m going to let another man try to take her.
I drag my teeth over the frantic pulse there, savoring the way her breath hitches. A moan follows soon after, and I swear I could live off that sound alone.
“Fucking perfect,” I rasp against her skin.
I want her to lie awake years from now, thighs clenched, remembering how I worshipped her tonight.
My hand slides up her side, slow and teasing, until my palm cups the curve of her breast. A rough squeeze makes her body curl, and her nipple presses into my hand like a plea. I thumb over it, rolling the tight peak just to hear her whimper my name.
My cock jerks in my shorts, thick and heavy, already leaking through my boxers. Making it impossible not to notice what she’s doing to me without lifting even a damn finger,
I grind my hips against the mattress just to ease the ache, but it’s no use. The fabric’s damp where I’ve soaked through, and every pulse of my heartbeat makes the damn thing throb, even harder when she whimpers. Harder when her nails dig into my shoulders as I suck her other nipple between my teeth.
I didn’t know what it meant to be starving for something until this very moment.
Flicking the tip of her hardened nub with my tongue, I savor the way she buries one of her hands in my hair to pull me back down.
“You like that?” I growl, biting down just enough to make her cry out. Her nipple’s red and wet when I pull back to watch her face—lips parted, eyes glazed over. When she nods, my jaw aches with the way my mouth curves.
Smiles don’t come by often, but with Payton, I’m going to become the happiest bastard on this mountain.
Her next few words are cut in half, morphing into a whispered plea. I feel it—the way her thighs squeeze around mine, the way her hips tilt up, inviting. I can’t tell which one of us is the most impatient.
Unlike her, I can wait. There’s still so much to taste, and Ihaveto taste her pussy before my cock gets anywhere near it. There’s no question about it.
Just the thought alone is enough to make me abandon her breasts so I can devour the sweetest part of her.
Her skin is flushed under my lips as I kiss my way down her stomach—slow, and wet, making her body jerk and flinch.
Every inch of her tastes like salt and summer, and the way her muscles tense under my tongue? I love how responsive she becomes when I touch her somewhere that isn’t sensitive.
Dragging my teeth over the dip of her hipbone, the gasp that slips past her lips is a fucking symphony. Her fingers twist in my hair, tugging like she’s caught between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
Her hips rock like I’m already fucking her with three fingers. That’s how many she’ll need to take if I don’t want to hurt her. Iwon’thurt her.
“Tell me what you want, Payton. I want to hear it.” Demanding the words, I watch the way her body shivers. Does that mean she’s the kind of woman who likes to be told what to do?Iwouldn’t mind barking orders if it means it leads to her feeling good.
“I…” Panting, her lashes brush her cheeks with every blink. “I want your mouth on me. Please, August. Here.”
Like she’s forgotten how to speak, she tells me exactly what she wants when one of her hands drifts between our bodies. Fingers finding the outline of her pussy through her panties, she traces the damp slit to show me just how worked up she is.
Her underwear is the only thing left between me and paradise. Moving to sit back so I can make them disappear, my hands actually shake as I hook my fingers under the lace and drag it up her thighs. She spreads open for me without a word.
The sight of her… It’s enough to make a sane man lose all sense of himself.
Pretty. Pink. Untouched.All mine.
My mouth floods just looking at her—glistening, swollen, begging for my tongue. I groan, low and filthy, before pressing a single kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“This is where you wanted me to kiss you the most, isn’t it?” Voice wrecked, I breathe her in and groan. My hips dig harder into the mattress, and it’s a miracle I don’t bust just from taking her in like this.
She nods her head, not even bothering to try to hide the truth. Just the way her eyes are glazed over is enough to tell me to move this along.
“Every inch of you is so fucking pretty.” My voice is wrecked already, rough with want as I drag my lips up the inside of her thigh. “You realize how lucky you make me feel?”
