Page 20 of My Mountain Man Stalker
“You already are,” I say, meaning it. “You’re the man who keeps me safe. You’re the man who stops when I ask. You’re the man who stays when I’m scared. That’s who you are, no matter what else happens.”
He closes his eyes like it hurts to hear and then presses his forehead to mine. His breath is hot, his heart a fist against my palm.
“I need you so badly. Like I can’t breathe without you here with me.”
I couldn’t agree more. “I need you too.”
He moves on top of me, pulling his shirt off with one hand while holding himself up with the other. The moment his shirt comes off my eyes widen. I’ve never seen a man’s body like this before. So many muscles. Tanned skin from working long hours in the sun. He’s gorgeous.
I suck in a breath and let my fingers work their way over his strong body. “Wow,” I whisper.
He smiles down at me, his eyes staying connected with mine. He grabs my hand, and lowers it. “Feel what you do to me.” He positions my hand over his zipper. The hard ridge of his dick presses into my palm.
Another ‘wow’ escapes my lips. I suck in a breath, immediately feeling inadequate. Maybe he’s right. Iamyoung. Sure, I’ve had sex before. But not like this. Not likehim.
“You okay?” he asks when he senses my hesitation.
“Just nervous,” I whisper, trying to avoid his eyes.
He presses his dick further into my palm and suddenly the jeans feel too in the way. “You have nothing to be nervous about, Wren. I’ll go as slowly as you need me to.”
I gaze into his weathered eyes. “It’s not that… well, maybe it’s that. I’ve never…”
He kisses me before I can finish my thought. When he breaks the kiss he squeezes me closer to him. “I don’t care about your past. Right now it’s only you and me, and I’m never going to do anything to hurt you.” He shifts his body to where he’s right on top of me, his jean-clad hips thrusting into mine. “I’ve got you.”
I believe him.
“Okay,” I say, voice threadbare. I watch with wide eyes as he lowers his zipper. He kicks off his jeans and briefs, andholy shit.This man is bigger than anything I’ve ever seen. “There’s no way that’ll fit inside me.”
He gives me a throaty chuckle. “I promise you, sweetheart, it will.”
“Condom?” I ask him, because Liam was always very careful about not getting me pregnant.
Hale shakes his head. “I want you bare. With no protection in the way. I want your belly swollen with my child inside.”
I’m shocked. “You’re joking, right?”
He doesn’t appear to be joking if his eyes are anything to go by. He just stares at me harder. “What part ofyou’re minedo you not understand?”
“All of it, I guess.” I've never had a man call me his and mean it so openly before. So honestly.
“Well, then let me show you.” He presses the head of his dick against my opening. His hand is there, guiding his hard length inside me. He’s slow at first, allowing me to acclimate to his size.
I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes in deeper. I wrap my legs around him, wanting him closer. “Oh, Hale,” I moan out longand hard. “I love this.” And I do. The feel of him. The weight. It’s all for me.
I’m the one making this man hard. I’m the one making him groan and grunt like he is.
“You feelso fuckinggood.” He keeps pushing, going deeper on each thrust of his hips, until the feeling of it is so intense I call his name louder. “That’s right, baby. Scream my name for me. Nobody will hear you.”
I bite my lower lip, liking the fact that we’re all alone out here. There’s nobody for miles. Nobody in our secluded little slice of the world. “Hale,” I scream once more as my body lights up. I’m so close to coming undone.
“I want to take care of you now. I want to be your daddy, baby girl.”
“My daddy?” I question him.
“Yes. It’smewho’ll take care of your every need from now on.” He slams deeper into me. “It’smewho will take care of all your needs. Everyfuckingone of them.” He pushes in deeper, making me see stars behind my closed lids. “Open your eyes, Wren.”
I do as he says, gazing into his deep, dark eyes. There’s so much pain hidden there, but when he stares at me it fades slightly. I want to be that for him. His safe space, because he’s definitely mine. “Daddy,” I say, testing the word out.
