Page 7 of Temptation for the Mountain Man
Chapter 4
Callie
Somehow, Blaze's shirt is off already–pretty sure it was me ripping it from his body when we went feral–and I can't keep my hands off him. I fondle his broad shoulders and the thick muscles corded in his biceps and forearms, like I know what to do about all the desire coursing through my body. Like this isn't my first time seeing a man naked.
My core throbs. I try to squeeze my legs together to get some relief, but Blaze's large body is between them. He groans as I crush them against his hips instead.
"I want to taste you, Callie," Blaze says in a low, sexy voice.
I nod, assuming he means a kiss. When he reaches for the button on my pants, I realize what he wants, and my heart rate picks up.
"This body—” He runs his hands over my hips, grabs my ass, and pulls me roughly toward him. The molten desire in his eyesis enough to make me melt into a puddle. "I see a minivan in my future because of these curves."
What?My heart fills with joy when he talks about a future with me like that, but my mom's voice cuts in, reminding me that men will say anything in the heat of the moment.
"I can't get pregnant, Blaze," I blurt out.
He pulls back quickly, concern flickering in his eyes. "Ever?"
"No, I mean I don't want to get pregnant right now. I'm…I've never done this before, so I'm not on birth control or anything. But I don’t want to raise a child by myself."
Blaze growls, lifting me toward him as he presses his forehead to mine. "I would never abandon a child, Callie. I'm sorry for all the men you had to deal with growing up, but I’m not like them."
I nod, my breath coming quicker. I believe him.
Blaze shakes his head as if he's trying to clear cobwebs. "And if you don't want to be a mama someday, that's fine with me. Babies or no babies, you're mine, Callie."
My mountain man talks so pretty. But isn't that everything I've guarded myself against for years? Pretty words that lead to single motherhood. He doesn't seem like the type to say something to get in my pants. Hell, he's got a free ticket to everything in my pants for the night without having to say a word, so why would he lie?
Not for the first time in my life, I ask myself if I'm going to let my crazy mother's jaded views taint any chance for real happiness.
Nope.
I don't care if our connection goes beyond tonight. I want to be with Blaze, here and now.
Unbuttoning my pants, I lift slightly to get them over my hips, never breaking eye contact with the man who looks at me like he wants to devour me.
With a growl, he takes over, pulling them the rest of the way down my legs. His hands are hot and rough on my skin. I lean back on my elbows, eyeing him as he slides my panties off. My first instinct is to close my legs and hide away, but Blaze's large hands travel up my thighs, spreading me wide for him.
"Such a pretty pussy."
My skin heats from his attention on my most private area, but his praise has me spreading my legs wider for him. His eyes are dark and hooded as he bends forward and buries his face between my legs. His tongue licks me slowly, and I moan from the sensation.
"Oh, God! Shit. Oh, God!" I grab at his hair, but not hard enough to pull him away because his tongue is magic, and I want him to keep going.
Blaze grips my thighs, and I let out a little shriek as he pulls me closer to the edge of the counter. He moans like I'm the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. I lie back, letting this man feast on me, focusing on the sensations he's wringing from my body.
"You are so beautiful, Callie," Blaze breathes, adding a finger.
I buck off the counter, arching into him while he builds me higher and higher toward release. He sucks my clit as his finger continues to thrust inside me.
Suddenly, I'm on the edge, faster than I've ever been able to get myself off. My thighs shake around his head. I freeze.
"Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes," I chant over and over as I shatter on his tongue. My core throbs around his finger, and I want to sob from the euphoric release as he prolongs my pleasure beyond anything I could have imagined.
Blaze reaches for my hand and pulls me up to a sitting position. He lifts me into his arms and carries me down the hall, cradling me to his chest like I'm precious to him. I'm too relaxed to protest that I'm too heavy to carry. Wrapped tight in Blaze's arms, I've never felt safer in my life.
A huge crack of thunder booms, and ice-cold rain beats down on the roof of his cozy cabin, but I barely register the storm.
