Page 7 of Mixed Up with the Mountain Man
"Maybe it was." I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, drinking in the sight of her in what could be our future. "Sometimes things work out the way they're supposed to."
She turns to face me, something vulnerable in her expression. "What if I'm not brave enough? What if I get here and panic, run back to what's safe?"
"You won't." The certainty in my voice surprises us both.
"How can you be so sure?"
I push off from the doorframe, closing the distance between us until I can cup her face in my hands. "Because you're already the bravest woman I know. You got scammed, stranded in the mountains with a stranger, and instead of running, you stayed. You're here, considering upending your entire life for a dream and a man you've known two days."
"When you put it like that, I sound certifiably insane."
"You sound perfect." I brush my thumb across her lower lip, watching her eyes darken. "And you're mine."
The possessive words slip out before I can stop them, but I don't take them back. She is mine, just like I'm hers. Some things you know instantly, deep in your bones.
"Yours," she agrees breathlessly.
That simple word destroys my control. I back her against the built-in shelves, my mouth claiming hers with desperate hunger. She responds immediately, her hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me closer.
"Someone could see," she gasps when I move to her throat.
"Don't care." I nip at her pulse point, making her shiver. "Let them see. Let the whole town know you belong to me."
My hands find the hem of her shirt, sliding beneath to find warm skin. When I cup her breast through her bra, she arches into my touch with a moan that goes straight to my cock.
"Leo," she pants. "We can't. Not here."
"Can't I?" I challenge, my thumb finding her nipple through the lace. "You're so responsive, so perfect. I bet I could make you come right here, just like this."
Her eyes widen, pupils blown with desire. "You wouldn't."
"Try me." My hand slides down her body, fingers tracing the waistband of her jeans. "Say yes."
She looks around the empty building, then back at me, something wild flashing in her eyes. "Yes."
I have her jeans open and my hand inside her panties before she can change her mind. She's already wet for me, slick and hot against my fingers.
"Fuck," I growl against her ear. "You're soaked. All for me?"
"Always for you," she gasps, hips rocking against my hand.
I work her with skilled fingers, thumb circling her clit while two fingers slide inside her tight heat. She bites her lip to muffle her moans, but I want to hear them all.
"Let me hear you," I command. "No one's around. Just us."
She lets go then, head falling back against the shelves as she rides my hand. The sight of her coming apart because of my touch, in what will soon be her bookstore, fills me with primitive satisfaction.
"That's it," I encourage as her breathing becomes ragged. "Come for me, Emma. Come on my fingers."
She shatters with a cry that echoes through the empty space, her body clenching around my fingers as waves of pleasure wash over her. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down from the high.
"You're incredible," I murmur, pressing soft kisses to her throat.
"That was..." She shakes her head, still breathless. "I've never done anything like that before."
"Good. I want to be your first for everything that matters."
The intensity in my voice makes her look up sharply. "Leo..."
