Page 13 of Mountain Man's Pumpkin Spice
His fingers found me, teasing and exploring, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me writhe and tremble. My hands gripped the edge of the counter behind me, my knuckles white as pleasure coursed through my veins.
“Ashe, please,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper.
He stood up suddenly, his hands gripping my waist and lifting me onto the counter. I gasped as the cool surface hit my skin, but he was there, his body pressing against mine, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss.
I could feel him, hard and ready, through his jeans. I reached for him, fumbling with the button and zipper, but he batted my hand away.
“Not yet.” His fingers slipped inside me, making me gasp and arch against him. “I want to make you come first.”
He moved expertly, his thumb circling my clit, and I could feel the orgasm building, coiling tight in my stomach. I bit my lip, trying to hold back, but it was no use. I cried out as the pleasure crashed over me, my body trembling, my hands gripping the edge of the counter.
Ashe didn’t give me time to recover. He helped me down and spun me around, bending me over the counter, my chest making contact with the cool surface. I heard the rustle of his jeans, then felt him, hot and hard, pressing against me.
“Ashe,” I breathed, pushing back against him, needing him inside me.
He didn’t make me wait. With a low, guttural groan, he thrust into me, hard and deep. I cried out, our bodies slamming together, the noise echoing through the empty shop. The scent of cinnamon and firewood mingled with the musky aroma of our desire, creating an intoxicating blend that filled my senses.
“God, you feel amazing,” Ashe said, his voice rough.
His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me back against him as he set a relentless pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin was punctuated by our ragged breaths and moans.
“Harder, Ashe,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”
He complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. I could feel him deep inside me, each movement sendingwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. The counter beneath me was cool and unyielding, a stark contrast to the heat of Ashe’s body against mine.
“Talk to me, sunshine,” Ashe said, his voice strained. “Tell me how much you love this.”
“I love it.” My fingers gripped the edge of the counter so tightly that my knuckles turned white. “I love how you feel inside me, how you make me feel. Don’t stop, Ashe. Please, don’t stop.”
His response was a low, primal growl, and he quickened his pace, his body slapping against mine with a force that made me cry out. I could feel another orgasm building, my body tightening around him, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Come for me.” Ashe’s voice was rough with desire. “Let me feel you come around me.”
And I did. With a cry that echoed through the empty shop, I came, my body trembling, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Ashe followed soon after, his body tensing, his breath coming in forced gasps as he found his release.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies pressed together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. The only sounds in the shop were our ragged breaths and the faintwhooshof the heater. Ashe’s hands were gentle as he helped me up, his touch a stark contrast to the urgency of moments before. Suddenly, it hit me that we had somewhere to be.
“Dinner,” I said, my voice still shaky.
He chuckled against my shoulder. “Yeah, we should probably get going.”
“You’re going to smell like me.”
“I always do.”
I grinned as he helped me pull up my leggings and spun me into one more kiss, this one soft and full of the kind of love that only grows with time.
We locked up the shop, fingers laced, and stepped into the golden haze of a Wildwood Valley evening—our past behind us, our future waiting just across town.
And that future included dinner with our kids. The only thing that made me as happy as alone time with my husband was time together with our family.
