Page 19 of Arctic Mountain Man
I laughed, but I was already wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifted me. “What about breakfast?”
“I’ll make you pancakes later.”
“You’ll burn those too.”
“Then we’ll eat cereal.”
As we passed the mirror in the hallway, I caught sight of us. Me in his shirt with my hair wild from sleep, him looking at me like I was the only thing in his world.
This was my life now. Messy and unplanned and better than anything I’d dared to hope for—built with a man who held me like he'd never let me go.
“Blake?” I said as he placed me on our bed.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
His answer was to kiss me. “I love you too, Sadie. More than you know.”
His hand slipped beneath my shirt and palmed my breast. My body answered instantly, arching into him, already wet just from the rough scrape of his voice and the weight of his body pressing me down.
“You realize,” he murmured, his mouth moving to my throat, “you’re never leaving this bed today.”
“What about the Camaro?” I teased.
He teeth grazed my nipple. “The car can wait. My woman comes first.”
Warmth blossomed all over my body. I’d been his since that first weekend, but hearing him say it every day still sent a thrill through me.
This wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just obsession. It was everything—home, belonging, forever.
And as he slid me higher on the bed and settled between my thighs, I let myself fall all over again.
Because with Blake, there was no end to the falling for my arctic mountain man.
EPILOGUE
One year later…
Sadie was mine.
She’d been mine the second she'd stumbled onto my mountain, and a year later, I still woke up every morning half afraid it was a dream. Then I’d roll over, see her tangled in my sheets, wearing my shirt with nothing underneath, and know the truth—I’d gotten my forever.
She was standing by the kitchen window, coffee mug in hand, looking out at the ridge while the early sunlight painted her skin gold. My ring sparkled on her finger, and I had to fight the urge to drag her back to bed just to remind her who she belonged to.
“Stop staring,” she said without turning.
“Not a chance. You’re still the best view on this mountain.”
She laughed softly, and the sound still hit me like a punch to the chest. I slid my arms around her from behind, my hands splaying across her stomach. I couldn’t stop thinking about her pregnant, her stomach swollen with my child. The thought of breeding her was enough to make my cock throb against her ass.
“Thinking dangerous thoughts again?” she teased, leaning back against me as she sat her coffee cup down.
“Always,” I murmured into her hair. “Know what I’m thinking right now? I’m thinking about bending you over right here, pushing into this sweet pussy until you’re dripping full ofme.I want you round with my babies, Sadie. I want to keep you barefoot in my shirt, carrying my kids, letting the whole damn mountain know who you belong to.”
Her breath caught, and I smiled against her neck. A year together and she still reacted like I was brand new.
She turned in my arms, eyes wide, lips parted. “Blake…”
