Page 23 of Don't Make Me Fall
She snakes a hand around my neck and brings my lips to hers, kissing me in a sensual way that promises this doesn’t end tonight. We haven’t discussed the details, but if she’s here about a job at the lodge, I’m brave enough to hope we might have a future together after all.
“I like your primal side,” she says when our lips break apart. “Claim away, mountain man.”
“Mountain man?”
“You didn’t know?” she teases. “You’re all the rage in romance novels.”
“Is that what this is? A romance novel?”
“Fuck me nice and hard like you promised, and I’ll let you know.” It’s the last thing she says before I bring her mouth back to mine, my tongue demanding entry into her mouth. I lift her by the ass until both legs are wrapped around my hips. With her back against the wall, I pummel into her channel without mercy. She moans against my mouth, those greedy hips meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Touch yourself,” I order, dragging one of her hands between her legs.
“You think you’re going to make come a second time?”
“Sweetheart, you’re going to come so many times tonight that you lose fucking count. Nowtouchyourself. Because I want you coming when I drain my cock inside you.”
“Why is it so fuckinghotwhen you talk dirty?”
“Because unlike that limp dick Tyler, I actually mean what I say. Every filthy word.”
She flickers her gaze to mine. “Who’s Tyler again?”
“Right answer.”
My thrusts are rough, deliberate, untamed. I’m losing my god damn mind as she fingers her clit and I feel the rumble of another climax starting. I fuck her harder, ignorning the picture that falls off the wall. With arms and legs, she suctions her body to mine as I take her to paradise a second time.
This time, I join her in that ecstasy.
My cock pulses wildly, and I plunge into her as deep as I can. Hot ropes of cum explode into her depths.
“Mine,” I growl. “Onlymine.”
Chapter Eleven
Alanna
I wake, wrapped up in a strong, sexy mountain man who claimed me for his own all night long. The bedroom smells of him—all pine, campfire, and cinnamon.
I could get used to this.
Iwantto get used to this.
For the first time in longer than I remember, I’m genuinely excited for my future. I’m lying naked with a man who truly sees me forme. A real man who wants to claim me for me. Not some pathetic excuse of a man who manipulates women’s emotions for his own personal gain.
After last night, I’m more certain than ever that I never actually loved Tyler.
Until Hudson, I didn’t have a clue what real love was.
My heartrate triples at the thought.
Am I in love with him?
Is that even possible?
God, I need to talk to Erin. She’ll help me sort all this out.
I slip out of bed while Hudson softly snores. I’m a little jealous of his ability to sleep like the dead. I grab one of his T-shirts from a pile of clean laundry and pull it over my head. I love how the fabric feels against my nipples.
