Page 5 of Mountain Man's Autumn Angel
“Here we are,” she said.
Our eyes met and held, and I felt something shift in me. It went beyond admiring her from afar, beyond imagining what it would be like to kiss her, to put my arms around her and pull her close to me, to feel her naked body beneath mine.
Here we were, standing inches apart in the dim glow of the barn’s single overhead light, the air thick with the scent of clay and her perfume.
I didn’t wait. I cupped her face and kissed her, slow and deep, swallowing her gasp. Her fingers clutched my shirt, pulling me closer. The kiss turned feverish, tongues tangling, breaths mingling. My hands slid under her shirt, tracing the dip of her waist. She shivered, then yanked at my flannel.
“Off,” she demanded.
I obeyed, shrugging free before pulling her top over her head. The pale lace of her bra contrasted with her flushed skin. I unhooked it with one hand, my mouth already on her throat.
“Luca—” Her breath hitched as I palmed her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers before sealing my lips around it. She gasped, fingers knotting in my hair as I worshipped her—licking, biting, devouring—until her knees buckled.
I caught her, lifting her onto the edge of the craft table. Her jeans and panties were gone in one swift tug, my hands spreading her thighs as I dropped to my knees.
Her scent was intoxicating. I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then higher, dragging my tongue through her slick heat. She jerked, a cry tearing from her lips as I found her clit.
Her hips lifted, desperate. “Fuck?—”
I hooked her legs over my shoulders, holding her steady as I feasted. Two fingers slid inside her, curling just right while my tongue circled her clit. She writhed, her moans pitching higher and tighter.
Then she cried out, her thighs clamping around my head as she came with a gasping breath. As she recovered, she pushed me back, her eyes dark with hunger.
“I want to see what we’re working with,” she said.
She slid off the table, her hands already at my waistband. My cock strained against my boxers, aching for her touch. She freed me with a slow tug, her breath catching.
“God,” she murmured, wrapping her fingers around me.
I hissed, my hips jerking. Her thumb swiped over the head, smearing precum, and I nearly lost it right there. Then her mouth was on me. Hot. Wet. Perfect.
I groaned, fists clenching at my sides as she took me deeper, her tongue swirling around the head. Every nerve in my body screamed “too good, too much” but I couldn’t stop her. Didn’t want to.
Her lips stretched around me, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. My vision blurred.
“Melanie—”
She hummed, the vibration shooting straight to my spine. My thighs trembled. I was close, too close, and?—
“Wait.” I tangled my fingers in her hair, gently tugging her back.
She blinked up at me, lips glistening. “You don’t like it?”
“Fuck, I do.” My voice was raw. “Too much. If you keep going, I won’t last.”
A slow, wicked smile curled her mouth. “Maybe that’s the point.” She leaned in again, but I stopped her, lifting her chin. “Do you have protection?”
Her breath faltered. “No. Do you?”
“Wallet. My jeans.”
She reached for them, rifling through before handing me the foil packet. I tore it open, but her fingers closed over mine.
“Let me.”
Her touch was agonizingly slow as she rolled on the condom, her thumb brushing the tip. I gritted my teeth, fighting for control. Then voices echoed outside.
We froze.
