Page 19 of Admiring the Mountain Man
Testing my weight, then melting into him when I’m sure I won’t hurt him, I grind my sensitive nerves against his cock. His body is solid beneath mine, all heat and hard lines, and the last threads of doubt unravel.
“You’re the man I want.” My voice drops, fingers tracing the scarred plane of his chest. “If something comes out of this…” I pause, my breath hitching as his grip tightens. “You’ll stay at my side. Won’t you?”
No hesitation. His hands seize my hips, possessive and sure, yanking me flush against him until there’s no space left to question.
“You’ll have to unpeel me from your side if you ever want alone time. After this, you’re mine, Kelsie. You don’t need to ever worry about me leaving. You’ll be stuck with me.”
Shivering at the promise in his voice, I nod. “Ditto.”
As his expression softens, his hand fits between my thighs once more. With one hand lifting me onto my knees, the other grips at his cock.
“There are better ways of doing this, but this is easiest on my body. Hope that’s alright.” His words turn into a mumble as he parts my folds with his slick tip. His jaw flexes as he meets my entrance. “If anything is going to take me out, it’ll be this.”
Reaching for his face, I cup his beard and kiss him. Learning as I go, I know how much of a distraction a kiss can be. As my tongue finds his, I start sinking.
The stretch burns—a sweet, searing fullness that steals my breath. I bite down on a moan as I sink onto him, inch by torturous inch, my body trembling with the effort to take him slowly.
His grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging into flesh like he’s holding back from slamming me down all at once. When my thighs finally meet his, the shared groan that tears from us is raw, relieved.
“See?” I pant, dragging my palms up the sweat-damp planes of his shoulders. My voice is wrecked already. “Not so bad.”
He barks a laugh, rough and strained, before his forehead drops to my collarbone. “You’re killing me.” His breath scalds my skin, his words fraying at the edges. “I feel like I’m suffocating.”
I know what he means—the air is thick with the scent of us, with the unbearable rightness of how we fit. Testing the shift ofmy hips, I roll them experimentally, and the pain splinters into pleasure, sharp and bright. His choked gasp is a victory.
The rhythm builds like a storm, frantic and inevitable. His hands lock onto my hips, guiding me harder, faster, until every drag of him inside me sparks lightning down my spine. I can feel him everywhere—in the bite of his fingers against my skin, in the ragged way he gasps my name, in the way his body bows taut beneath me like he’s one breath from snapping.
“Look at me,” he grits out, and when I do, his eyes are black with want. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
It’s the permission I didn’t know I needed. Pleasure crests, brutal and sweet, and I shatter with a cry, my nails scoring his chest as the waves crash through me.
He follows—not with a groan, but a guttural sound, torn from somewhere deep in his throat. His hips jerk up, driving himself into me one last time as his body locks tight beneath mine. I feel the pulse of his release.
Hot and insistent, spilling so deep it’s like he’s branding me from the inside out. His forehead moves to mine, his breath ragged against my lips, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise—like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go.
I’m not going anywhere.
For a long moment, there’s only the sound of our breathing, the stick of sweat-slicked skin, the aftershocks still trembling through my thighs where they hug his.
Then, he pulls away before softly brushing my lower lip with his thumb. For a moment, he looks at me like I’m everything.
He skillfully continues to steal my breath away.
Kissing me one last time, his eyes soften.
“Once they clear up the path to the mountain and I get my truck fixed, come up to the mountain with me. Let me take care of you.” His eyes hold mine, and I can see the vulnerability and worries of rejection.
As if.
“I’ve been dying to know where you live,” I admit, maybe a little too eagerly, shifting against him. The movement draws a twin groan from us both, and I grin, already addicted to the way he feels inside me, to the way his body answers mine. “We’ve got all afternoon, right? So… how long until you’re ready to go again?”
Hayes shakes his head and squeezes my hips. “How about we reheat that coffee and eat something? Let me regain some energy first. Otherwise, I’ll never be able to keep up with you.”
With a nod, I crawl off of him and watch in amazement as he gets up. Falling in love with him more and more with every step he takes toward my door, I imagine what it’ll be like once we’re together in his cabin.
Mornings like this are going to become a regular occurrence.
Turning toward me, he cocks a brow. Standing there in his glory, his mouth quirks up. “You coming?”
