Page 12 of Her Mountain Man Protector
I’m staying with him…
I don’t have to say goodbye yet.
“Thank you, Holden.” I swallow hard, feeling his thumb rubbing in gentle circles against my hand. “Thank you so much.”
“You don’t need to thank me. Just don’t go back to them, Mila. They don’t deserve you.”
Something melts inside me. Every wall, every defense crumbles to nothing. All that matters is Holden—the weight of his gaze, the feel of his hand. I don’t care that we just met, or that I was set to marry another man only yesterday. He’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before, and desire pools between my thighs as his face inches toward mine, so close I feel his beard brush against my chin.
“I don’t deserve you either,” he murmurs, his voice so quiet I barely hear it. “But fuck, I want you so damn much…”
Before I can say a word, he crushes his mouth to mine with a deep groan. His hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. Heat blooms inside me, rushing through my body, setting every nerve on fire as I kiss Holden back. His lips are bruising, and I swear my heart might burst out of my chest as he pushes me back against the couch, settling his hulking body on top of mine.
Oh God, this is really happening…
It feels so good to surrender myself to Holden. His warm tongue slips between my lips, our teeth clashing as he invades my mouth in a way that makes me tremble against him. He tastes raw and musky, and I can feel his bulge pressing against me through his jeans, thick and hard as rock. My core throbs with longing, my body crying out for him as he grinds himself against me, making me gasp against his lips.
“Fuck, Mila.” Holden’s voice is hoarse as he pulls back to look at me. “Tell me you want this.”
I don’t hesitate. “I want this, Holden. I want you…”
He swallows, breathing hard like he’s holding back. I know what he’s thinking. He’s twenty years older than I am; I’m a young woman in a vulnerable position. But I don’t need him to be noble. I may be younger than him, but I’m twenty-four, and right now, I know exactly what I want. I’ve known it since we met.
“Dammit, I couldn’t resist you even if I tried,” he groans. Then he’s kissing me again, his lips soft and his beard rough against my face. I feel his hand snake beneath my t-shirt, squeezing my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my bare nipples. Shivers of pleasure run down my spine. I squirm against his touch, my back arching, and suddenly he grabs at the t-shirt, pulling it up over my head impatiently. It falls to the floor. I’m exposed, Holden’s gaze roaming my chest, but it doesn’t occur to me to feel self-conscious.
I’m safe with him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He sucks in a breath, running his hands over my skin. Then he leans in, flicking his tongue against my right nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, his hand reaching down into my shorts. I feel him brush my clit, my body jolting at the contact.
“Oh!” I whimper.
Holden releases my nipple with a quiet “pop”, watching me as his fingers delve between my folds.
“Fuck, Mila, you’re all wet for me.”
I bite my lip, nodding, and something feral sparks in Holden’s eyes. He grabs at my shorts, yanking them down along with my panties, moving fast like a man possessed. Once I’m naked, he pushes my legs apart, exposing my most intimate spot to his hungry gaze. I struggle to catch my breath, completely at his mercy.
“You’re perfect, sugar.” He leans in, pressing a kiss against my inner thigh. “Fuck, I need to taste you. I need you on my tongue.”
His words make my pulse rocket, every muscle tensing in anticipation as he kneels on the wooden floor, pulling me to the edge of the couch until my pussy is level with his mouth. I can feel his hot breath against my clit, and my legs begin to tremble as I feel him moving closer.
A cry of pleasure rips from my throat as Holden’s mouth latches onto my clit, sucking hard. My hips buck wildly, but he pins me down with his muscular forearm, holding me still. It feels incredible. Toe-curlingly incredible. All I can do is whimper, tugging desperately at his hair as he worships my clit.
“Yes!”
I can feel my arousal seeping down my thighs, my core throbbing with need. I’ve never felt anything so intense. At twenty-four, I’m still a virgin, and nobody has ever made me come before. But as Holden pushes two thick fingers inside me,pumping them in an urgent rhythm as he sucks my clit, I know that’s about to change. He’s stretching me out, pushing me to the edge, and I can feel myself coming undone. I never knew I could feel so good. Holden’s fingers hit a spot deep inside me, his tongue swirling against my clit, and the mixture of sensations makes me throw my head back.
“Holden!”
My vision turns white as the world explodes around me. Pleasure floods my body. Wave after wave crashes over me until I’m panting for breath, quivering against Holden’s hungry mouth. When he finally comes up for air, his beard glistens with my juices, eyes burning with lust.
“Good girl,” he says. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
I watch dazedly as he pulls his fingers out of me and sucks each one dry, savoring my arousal.
Holy crap, this man will be the death of me.
“You okay, sugar?” he asks, pulling my naked body against him.
