Page 15 of Kidnapped By the Mountain Man

“I can’t wait anymore,” he groans lowly in my ear. The rumble of his voice sends a shock straight through to my clit. The man has me… hook, line, and sinker. I’m his.

He reaches his big arm around my frame and cups my tits, kissing my shoulders gently. “Tell me you want it too, Cora. Tell me you want me.”

I let go of a heavy sigh I’ve been holding, then turn back, kissing his lips gently. “I want you.”

The statement is like a spell. An invisibility cloak. A mystic gateway we can both enter to be selfish.

“Whatever happens here… it’s between us,” he growls. “You and me, like this moment in time was made for us. No one has to know.”

It’s not right, but it’s the permission I need to act. I twist toward him and run my fingers through his hair, tracing the line of dark ink on his shoulder down over his chest.

He grips the back of my neck with possession and looks me in the eye. “You’re mine after this. You realize that, right? You might go back to the life you think is for you, but we’ll both know… you belong to me!”

My heart tightens and my core floods with warmth. I need him. There’s no more holding back. No more pretending I don’t want him.

He’s right. Tonight, is for us.Only us.And if for one second in my life I get to feel what love is, then I want it. I want it right now. I want it with him.

His big hands slip beneath the sheets and a single finger edges my seam before sliding in, circling my silky-smooth clit that’s about to burst. I’ve never been with an older man. Hell,I’ve never been with anyone, but I don’t know how to tell him that… everything feels so good.

“You’re so fucking wet, bunny. Do you want me to eat you up?”

His words are like actual music. Like a symphony of power and excitement that only prove to drench me more.

I nod, excited for his touch. “Good,” he groans. “If you said no, I’d have to spank you.”

Part of me wants to argue with him over his comment, but a bigger part of me is too excited to have his lips on my sex.

Kissing his way between my legs, he groans with each kiss, closer and closer to my mound until he’s buried between my legs with a warm sigh.

He’s careful and methodical when he touches me, cupping his hands under my ass as he lifts me into his mouth. His tongue licks and beats against my clit as he pulls a suction over and over again.

My eyes close and my hips drive into his face, scrubbing against his beard as he holds me. “I’m going to come, Austin.” I whine out the words with more desperation than I’ve ever whined before. I need it. I need to come.

“Come on my face, bunny. Come hard. Let me taste all that sweet juice you made for me.” He dives in again, grumbling low as he takes me. I lose my fingers in his hair, sweeping back and forth, more desperate than ever to be spread apart by his cock.

Without warning, my thighs tighten, and a bolt of energy rushes through me. I’m about to come.

I grip the sheet at one side, the other hand firmly in his hair.

“Cora,” he says, his voice deep and concerned.

“Bunny,” he says again.

I’m confused. I was about to come.

My eyes flicker open, and I stare into the dark room, my hand under the sheet and firmly planted on my clit. Austin’s standing over me with a concerned look.

He brushes my hair back out of my face. “Are you okay? You’re thrashing around and hollering out. I thought maybe you were having a nightmare.”

Oh. My. God.

Did I just masturbate in my sleep…in his bed?Did he come in here because I was moaning so loud, he thought something was wrong?

I throw the sheet over my head and sigh.

Dear Lord, please find me that invisibility cloak.

Chapter Nine

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