Page 18 of Auctioned to the Mountain Man

She leans toward me, and I have to ask. I may not have the right, but I need to know. “The man that you think you can’t have—”

Her hands slide up my chest. “It’s you, Ben. You’re the one I thought I couldn’t have.”

My body trembles. “I’m yours, honey. Since the day I first saw you, I’ve been yours.”

She wraps her hand around my neck and pulls me down as she goes on her tiptoes. “You can have me, Ben.”

A shudder passes through me. I lean down and put one arm behind her back and one behind her legs before lifting her up to cradle against me. She comes to me easily and rests her hand on my chest. I don’t move. I can’t because just having her in my arms is fulfilling.

She gives me a little slap on my chest. “Now what, Mr. Barrett? What are you going to do with me now?”

That brings me out of my trance. I stalk across the house to carry her to my bedroom. “If I was a better man, I’d tell you that we can wait until you’re ready, but I’m dying for you. Instead, I’m going to spend the rest of the weekend making you forget how much pain I’ve caused you.”

She kisses my chest. “It’s okay, really. I understand why you did…”

I stand her on her feet next to my bed. “It doesn’t make it right.”

She gets a smile on her face and sits down on the bed before sliding to the middle. My hands fist at my sides the farther she moves away from me. The only reprieve I have is knowing it’s my bed she’s in.

She holds her hands up to me. “I know how you can make it up to me.”

My hips surge forward just thinking about everything I want to do to her.

I follow her path along the bed and hover over her. I want to touch and taste every part of her.

She pulls at the T-shirt she’s wearing. “Should I take this off?”

I reach for the hem. “Let me.”

She sits up, and I pull the shirt up her body. By the time it’s off, I’m already panting. Her breasts are large and rounded and jiggle with every breath. I mold my palm to her, plucking her hard peaks through the shear bra with my fingers. “Off. I need to see all of you.”

I undo the front clasp of her bra, and her breasts bounce when they are unbound. I can’t hold back. I lean forward, pressing my lips to her, suckling her.

She arches her back, pushing herself to get closer to me. I’m touching every inch of bare skin I can reach.

Her fingers tunnel through my hair before gripping the back of my head and holding me to her. She pleads with me. “Ben, please, it’s not enough. I need all of you. I want to feel your body against mine. Please.”

I pull back and take in three deep, dragging breaths.

I could come right now, but I won’t let myself. No, my pleasure won’t come until she’s fully satisfied and completely hooked on what I can give her.

I lean forward and kiss her lips. She pulls me on top of her, and I try to hold my weight off her so I don’t hurt her, but she pulls her lips from mine. “Please, Ben. Don’t hold back.”

I lean my forehead against her heaving chest. Fuck, this is too much.

“Let me take my clothes off.”

It’s an excuse to put some distance between us, but it works because she releases her hold on me. I move off the bed and stand next to it. Quickly, I remove my shirt and then my pants. My cock is hard and pulsating.

I swipe my finger on my tip, smearing the precum along my head.

She leans across the bed and reaches for my hand, pulling it to her mouth. When she brings my finger to her mouth, sucking off the evidence of my desire, it takes everything I have to stay rooted in my spot.

She pops off my finger with a smack of her lips. Her eyes are bright, and she smiles at me. “More. I want more.”

Her hand goes to my hip, and she pulls me to her. There’s no way I can resist her, even though I know this is a bad idea. As soon as she puts her lips to my manhood, my hips surge.

“Fuck,” I groan breathlessly as I put my hand on her shoulder.

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