Page 5 of Mixed Up with the Mountain Man
"Very jealous," I tease, then gasp as his thumb brushes over my nipple. Even though we made love twice more during the night, my body responds instantly to his touch.
"Good thing he's not here," Leo growls, rolling me beneath him. "Because I don't share."
The possessiveness in his voice sends heat flooding through me. I should probably be concerned about how quickly this has escalated, but looking up at him, all hard muscle and masculine intensity, I find I don't care about should.
"What are you going to do about it?" I challenge, wrapping my legs around his waist.
His answer is to claim my mouth in a kiss that's all heat and possession. I can feel him hardening against my thigh, and the knowledge that he wants me again so soon makes me wet instantly.
"Insatiable," I gasp against his lips.
"For you? Absolutely." His mouth moves to my throat, teeth grazing my pulse point. "Want to taste you again."
Before I can respond, he's moving down my body, hands and mouth mapping every inch of skin. When he settles between my thighs, the first swipe of his tongue has me arching off the bed.
"Leo!" I cry out as he devours me with devastating skill. He takes his time, building me up slowly until I'm trembling and desperate.
"Please," I beg, hands fisting in his hair. "I need—"
"What do you need?" he asks against my sensitive flesh.
"You. Inside me. Now."
He moves up my body, positioning himself at my entrance. The stretch as he fills me is exquisite, and I moan at the perfect fullness.
"So tight," he groans, starting to move with deep, measured strokes. "Like you were made for my cock."
His filthy words combined with the angle of his thrusts have me spiraling toward climax embarrassingly fast. When he reaches between us to circle my clit, I shatter with a cry that probably wakes the wildlife.
He follows me over, driving deep one final time as he spills inside me with a groan that vibrates through my bones.
"Jesus," I pant when I can finally speak. "If this is mountain hospitality, I understand why people never leave."
His laugh rumbles against my throat. "Just getting started on the full Silver Ridge experience."
Eventually, we manage to drag ourselves from bed. Leo makes breakfast while I shower, and I can't help but notice how domestic it feels—like we've been doing this for years instead of hours.
"So," I say over coffee and the best pancakes I've ever tasted, "tell me about this town you're so eager to show me."
"Three thousand people. Founded by logging families in 1897." He's dressed in fresh jeans and a henley that clings to his chest in ways that make it hard to concentrate. "A kind of place where everyone knows everyone."
"That could be good or terrifying."
"Good, mostly. When someone needs help, the whole community shows up." His eyes find mine across the table, and I see something deeper there—not just attraction, but genuine hope. "Want to see for yourself?"
An hour later, I'm riding in his pickup truck through the most beautiful scenery I've ever seen. When Silver Ridge comes into view around a bend in the road, I actually gasp.
"It's like a postcard," I breathe.
Main Street is lined with wooden storefronts that manage to be both rustic and charming. Mountains frame everything, creating a sense of being cradled by the wilderness.
"That's Juniper's Diner," Leo says, parking in front of a building with cheerful red awnings. "Best food in three counties."
Inside, the diner buzzes with morning activity. A pregnant redhead approaches with obvious curiosity, her eyes immediately zeroing in on the way Leo's hand rests possessively on my lower back.
"Well, well," she says with a knowing grin. "What do we have here, Leo MacKenzie?"
"Juniper, meet Emma," he says. "Emma, this is Juniper Reed. She runs the place and knows everyone's business."
