Page 8 of Craving the Mountain Man
I grip her thighs, pull her closer to the edge, and line myself up, dragging the thick head through her slick folds.
She gasps when I press in just a little.
"Shit," I hiss. "I don’t have protection." I go to pull away but I am caught as her legs wind around me and don’t let me move.
“I’m covered.” She says as she brings me in closer. “I’m clean and I know you haven’t been with anyone since Sarah, so I guess we are good to go.”
“If I was a better man I would stop now.”
“I told you I don’t want a soft man or a better man. I want you.”
Fuck.
I step forward and go slow, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. Her nails dig into my arms, but she doesn't tell me to stop. She lifts her hips, urging me deeper.
"More," she breathes. "Please. I need all of you."
I slide all the way in, deep, slow,so fucking deep, until I’m fully buried in her heat.
We both freeze.
"Fuck," I mutter against her neck. “You feel perfect.”
Her legs wrap around me, holding me in place. "Then don’t you dare pull out."
I start to move, slow, deep thrusts that have her moaning again in seconds. Her head falls back, and I kiss down her throat, her collarbone, anything I can reach while I move with her against the counter.
She clenches around me, again and again, and I feel her building back up.
I don’t stop. When she breaks again, I let go too, burying myself deep and emptying inside her with a low groan.
I rest my forehead against hers, our bodies still tangled, her breath ghosting over my lips.
“We still pretending there isn’t anything between us?” she whispers.
I don’t answer.
There's no going back from this, or pretending it didn't happen. No filing it away as a moment of weakness. She's gotten under my skin in a way that Sarah never did.
She's made me remember what it feels like to want something more than solitude, and that scares the hell out of me.
"Evan?" Her voice sounds uncertain now, and it makes my chest ache that I caused that for her.
I pull back just enough to look at her properly. "Yeah?"
"No regrets?"
The question is simple, but I can hear the weight behind it. The fear that I'll pull away now and I'll go back to being the man who keeps everyone at arm's length.
I brush a strand of hair away from her face, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. "No regrets, Cass.."
But even as I say it, there's a voice in the back of my head whispering that Cassidy Monroe is going to complicate my life in ways I can't even imagine yet.
Except for the first time in three years, I find myself not caring about the complications.
I’m not caring about anything except the woman in my arms and the way she's looking at me.
Chapter Four: Evan
