Page 4 of Mixed Up with the Mountain Man
"So strong," she whispers, pressing her lips to my collarbone.
Her simple words ignite something primal in me. I need her naked, need to see all of her. My hands make quick work of her bra, and when her breasts are revealed, perfect and pale in the lamplight, I have to pause just to look.
"Beautiful," I breathe, cupping the soft weight of them in my calloused hands. "So fucking beautiful."
She arches into my touch with a gasp that makes my cock throb. When I lower my head to take one rosy nipple into my mouth, she cries out, her hands fisting in my hair.
"Please," she gasps. "Leo, please."
"Tell me," I command against her skin. "Tell me what you need."
"Everything." Her voice breaks on the word. "I need everything."
I lift her onto the bed, following her down, covering her body with mine. The feel of her beneath me, soft and pliant and mine, nearly undoes me completely.
My mouth trails down her body, tasting, claiming. When I reach the waistband of her jeans, I look up to find her watching me, pupils blown wide with desire.
I strip away her remaining clothes with reverent hands, then settle between her thighs. The first taste of her draws groans from us both—her from the sensation, me from the sheer perfection of finally having her this way.
"Leo!" She arches off the bed as I work her with my tongue, alternating between gentle licks and focused attention on her most sensitive spot.
She's so responsive, so perfect. When I slide two fingers inside her tight heat, she comes apart with a cry that echoes through the cabin, her body clenching around my fingers rhythmically.
Before she can recover, I'm moving up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. I push into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. She's so tight, so perfect around me that I have to grit my teeth to maintain control.
"Fuck," I groan when I'm in deep. "You feel incredible."
I start slow, deep strokes that have her gasping beneath me. But when she wraps her legs around my waist and urges me faster, harder, my control snaps.
"Mine," I growl, driving into her with new intensity. "Say it."
"Yours," she cries out, meeting me thrust for thrust. "I'm yours, Leo."
The words push me to the edge. I reach between us, finding where we're joined, circling her clit with my thumb as I continue to claim her body.
"Come for me," I command. "Come on my cock."
She shatters around me, inner muscles clenching so tight I nearly pass out. The sensation makes me lose control, and I pour myself into her with a groan.
When we finally catch our breath, I gather her against my chest, both of us sweat-slicked and satisfied.
Mine. Forever mine.
three
Emma
Iwaketocallousedfingers tracing patterns on my bare shoulder and the delicious weight of Leo's arm around my waist. Sunlight streams through the windows, but I don't want to move, don't want to break this perfect moment.
"Morning," he rumbles against my ear, his voice thick with sleep and something else that makes me shiver.
"Mmm." I stretch languidly, feeling the pleasant ache between my thighs that reminds me of last night's activities. "Good morning."
His hand slides down my spine, fingers exploring with renewed interest. "Sleep well?"
"Eventually." I turn in his arms to face him, marveling at how gorgeous he is in the morning light. Dark hair mussed, beard slightly unruly, eyes still heavy with desire. "Someone kept me up rather late."
"Someone?" His eyes darken as his hand finds the curve of my breast. "Should I be jealous?"
