Page 9 of Mixed Up with the Mountain Man
His mouth finds my throat, teeth grazing sensitive skin as his free hand works at my clothes. Soon I'm naked beneath him,spread out on his couch like an offering, and the way he looks at me makes me feel like a goddess.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, releasing my hands to trace patterns on my skin. "Can't believe you're real. Can't believe you're mine."
"Prove it," I challenge, emboldened by the desire burning in his eyes.
Something primal flashes across his features. "Careful what you ask for."
He moves down my body with deliberate slowness, hands and mouth claiming every inch of skin. When he settles between my thighs, the first stroke of his tongue has me arching off the couch with a cry.
"Already so wet," he observes with satisfaction. "You love this, don't you? Love having my mouth on you."
"Yes," I gasp, beyond shame or pretense. "God, yes."
He takes his time, building me up with maddening precision until I'm sobbing his name and clutching at his hair. Just when I think I can't take anymore, he slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot.
"Come for me," he commands against my clit. "Let me taste how sweet you are when you fall apart."
I shatter around his fingers, my body clenching rhythmically as pleasure crashes through me in waves. But he doesn't stop, doesn't give me time to recover before he's working me toward another peak.
"Leo, I can't—"
"You can," he says firmly. "Give me another one."
His persistence pays off when I come again, even harder this time, my vision blurring at the edges as sensation overwhelms me. Only then does he move up my body, positioning himself at my entrance.
"Tell me you're mine," he demands, the head of his cock pressing against my slick entrance but not entering.
"I'm yours," I whisper.
"Say it louder."
"I'm yours, Leo!" The words echo through the cabin. "I'm yours completely."
He drives into me then, filling me so completely I see stars. The stretch is perfect, the fullness exactly what I need.
"Mine," he growls, starting to move with deep, powerful strokes. "My woman. My future wife. My everything."
The possessive words combined with the angle of his thrusts have me climbing toward another peak impossibly fast. When he reaches between us to circle my clit, I explode around him with a scream that probably echoes across the mountain.
He follows me over, driving deep one final time as he spills inside me with a groan.
Afterward, we lie tangled together on the couch, both breathing hard. His hand strokes lazy patterns on my back while I listen to his heartbeat slowly return to normal.
"I have to go back to Vancouver," I say quietly. "To pack, give notice, tie up loose ends."
His arms tighten around me. "How long?"
"Two weeks, maybe three. There's my lease, my job, arrangements to make."
"I could come with you."
The offer makes my heart squeeze. "You'd do that?"
"I'd do anything for you." He tilts my chin up, making me meet his gaze. "But I think you need to do this yourself. Prove to yourself that you're choosing this life because you want it, not because I swept you off your feet."
He's right, and I love him even more for understanding that. "What if I get there and panic? What if being away from you makes me realize this is all crazy?"
"Won't happen." His confidence is absolute. "You know what we have is real."
