Page 13 of Arctic Mountain Man
He took my hand, lacing our fingers together, and led me back toward the trail. But I could feel the change in him, could sense the shift from careful control to barely leashed hunger.
Whatever happened when we got back to the cabin, there would be no more holding back.
And I couldn’t wait.
CHAPTER SIX
Blake
My cock ached so hard it hurt.
Every step Sadie took beside me wound me tighter. The sway of her hips, the flush in her cheeks, the way her lips stayed swollen from my kisses—I was seconds away from throwing her over my shoulder and storming back to the cabin like a caveman.
Once there, I caged her against the front door, bracing my hands on either side of her head. “Last chance,” I rasped. “Say stop… or I carry you in and put you in my bed.”
Her answer was to smile and stand on her toes to kiss me, hard and desperate. That reckless move, that greedy kiss—it told me everything I needed to know. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her. I groaned into her mouth, one hand fumbling for the door handle while the other tangled in her hair.
The door gave way, and we stumbled inside, mouths still fused together. Her hands were everywhere—tugging at my shirt, running over my chest, driving me out of my fucking mind.
“Bedroom,” I managed against her mouth as I kicked the front door shut.
“Yes.”
I lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her down the hall. The heat of her pressed to my cock made every step a brutal test of control. She was grindingwithout even realizing it, rubbing that sweet pussy against me through our clothes, and I nearly came just walking.
In my bedroom, I placed her down gently on the side of the bed. For the first time, uncertainty flickered in her eyes. I knelt in front of her. “Hey,” I murmured, cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing over her soft skin. “What is it?”
She looked down, lashes lowering. “It’s daylight.”
I laughed quietly at the soft whisper, leaning in so she could hear the smile in my voice. “Yeah. It is and you’re beautiful, Sadie. I want to see everything.”
She sighed like she was trying to exhale something heavier than air. “I’m not good at this. Letting my guard down.”
“That makes two of us.” I’d never been more honest with another person in my life. “But I think together, we’ll be just fine.”
A faint smile tugged at her lips. “Says the man who could model for the paper towel commercial.”
That made me laugh. Really laugh. A sound I hadn’t heard from myself in a long damn time—much less right before I was about to lose myself in a woman. Hell, I knew I’d be the one ruined tonight. She had no idea how much power she already held over me.
I slid my hands under the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. I didn’t ask for permission—she didn’t want me to. I could feel it in the way she leaned into me, the way her nipples peaked under the thin fabric of her bra, begging for my mouth.
Her bra was plain, white cotton—practical. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Or, I realized, she was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. I unhooked it and let it fall away. Her breasts spilled free, soft curves tipped with dusky peaks that begged for my tongue.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, running my hands down her bare arms, feeling goosebumps rise under my palms. “So fucking beautiful.”
She held my gaze this time, and I saw something shift in her—her spine straightened, her chin lifted, confidence sparkled in her eyes. I burned that look into my memory. She was letting me see her, not just her beautiful curves. She was giving me her first time, and the mix of innocence and trust made me wonder if I was worthy.
I lowered my mouth to her throat, kissing a trail across her skin, breathing her in. I filled my hands with her breasts, closing my mouth over one nipple, sucking hard until she gasped and arched into me. Her fingers clawed through my hair.
“Blake… please.”
“I know, sweetheart.” My voice was a low promise. “I’ve got you.”
I guided her back onto the bed, following her down, kissing my way across every inch of skin I could reach. My fingers found the button of her jeans, and she lifted her hips to help me.
She wore soft cotton panties as innocent looking as her bra. I removed them slowly, letting my hands slide down her legs. When she was bare beneath me, I stopped and took her in. Lush curves, smooth skin flushed with arousal, dark hair spread over my pillow.
Mine. All mine.
