Page 25 of Wrong Number, Right Mountain Man
“Move,” I urge, my hands sliding down to grasp his ass. “Please, Beck.”
He begins a slow, deliberate rhythm that has me seeing stars. Each thrust hits places inside me I didn’t know existed, building a pressure that threatens to consume me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my neck, his pace increasing as my responses grow more urgent. “Take all of me.”
His words are as arousing as his touch. I’ve never been with someone who talks during sex, who tells me exactly what he’s thinking, feeling, wanting. It’s intoxicating.
“Harder,” I gasp, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. “I won’t break.”
“No,” he agrees, adjusting the angle until I cry out. “You’re the strongest person I know.”
The declaration, delivered between increasingly desperate movements, catches me off guard. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, overwhelmed by the physical sensations and the emotional impact of his words.
He notices immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I pull him down for a kiss that’s more emotion than technique. “Just the opposite.”
Understanding dawns in his eyes. He cradles my face with one hand, his thrusts never faltering. “You’re incredible, you know that? Sending boob pics to strangers. Making me laugh. Turning my entire world upside down.”
A laugh bubbles up despite the intensity of the moment. “Only you would bring up my drunk texting during sex.”
“It’s my origin story.” His grin is wolfish as he picks up the pace, driving deeper. “How I met the woman of my dreams.”
Mixing his words and the delicious friction pushes me toward the edge again. My nails dig into his shoulders as the pressure builds, my body tightening around him.
“Beck,” I gasp, clinging to him as the world narrows to just this. His body moving inside mine, his hands holding me like I’m precious, and his eyes never leaving my face. “I’m close.”
“I know.” His rhythm falters as he fights for control. “I can feel you. Come for me, sunshine. Let me feel you fall apart.”
His hand slides between us, finding where we’re joined, and the additional sensation is all it takes. I shatter with his name on my lips, pleasure radiating from my core in waves that leave me trembling.
My release triggers his own. With a groan that sounds like it’s torn from his soul, he follows me over the edge, his body shuddering against mine as he finds his release.
For long moments, we remain tangled together, heartbeats gradually slowing, sweat cooling on our skin. He’s heavy above me, but I cling tighter when he tries to move away, not ready to lose the connection.
“Stay,” I whisper, and he settles back against me, careful to distribute his weight.
His fingers trace idle patterns on my skin as we catch our breath. The silence between us is comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding rather than awkwardness.
“So,” I say, unable to resist breaking the moment with humor. “Do I get a discount on rent now?”
He laughs, the sound vibrating through both of our bodies. “That depends. Is this a regular service you’re offering?”
“Oh, absolutely.” I press a kiss to his shoulder. “Daily, if required.”
“Careful what you promise.” He rolls us so we’re facing each other, his expression growing serious. “I might never let you leave.”
The declaration should terrify me. We’ve known each other six weeks, have met in person exactly once, and I’m already living in his home. It’s too fast, too intense, too everything.
But looking into his eyes, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my palm, none of that matters. What started as a wrong number has become the most right thing in my life.
“I might not want to.” The admission is easier than expected. “Leave, that is.”
His hand cups my face, thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Good. Because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, Sunny.”
My heart skips a beat, then races to catch up. “That’s convenient,” I whisper, blinking back unexpected tears. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you too.”
His smile is brighter than any I’ve seen from him, transforming his entire face into something so beautiful it makes my chest ache. “So what happens now?”
