Page 8 of Her Mountain Man Giant (Crave County: Mountain Men Love Curves #5)

TANNER

This is the first time I’ve talked to anybody about losing Jason.

It wasn’t easy to relive it—every word cost me something.

But now that it’s out there, I feel like a weight has been lifted from my heart.

I didn’t plan to tell Violet. Hell, I didn’t want to burden her with my demons.

But when I saw her looking at the photo, it felt like it was time to open up and trust her with my past. I’m glad I did.

She has a heart of gold, and I’m so damn grateful to her for listening to my story.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” she says. “I’m just so sorry you had to go through it.”

I nod, my eyes lingering on our joined hands. She hasn’t let go, and her skin is warm against mine, soft as rose petals. I tighten my grip a little.

“Anyway, that’s enough about my past.” I lean back against the couch cushions, eyeing Violet. “Would rather talk about you.”

“Me?” She meets my gaze. Those big brown eyes never fail to make my breath catch. “There’s not much to tell.”

“What about your family? You close to them?”

Violet chews on her lip, flinching as a violent groan of thunder sounds overhead. “Things are kind of tense between us right now. Everyone thinks I’m nuts for leaving Denver. Heck, even I think I’m nuts sometimes.”

I frown at her. “Why? Do you regret moving here?”

“No.” Her answer is emphatic. “It’s not that. I guess I just worry that I’m making a huge mistake…that my dream just isn’t going to work out.” She squirms a little in her seat. “It makes me so anxious sometimes. My thoughts start spiraling, and it feels like I’m doing everything wrong.”

“Well, I think what you’re doing is awesome.

” I look at her pointedly. “I meant what I said this morning—you’re brave as hell for chasing your dream.

You know how many people end up with regrets because they were too scared to go after what they wanted?

You should be proud of yourself for jumping in with both feet. ”

“Thanks, Tanner.” She smiles, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

“That means a lot. And I guess deep down, despite all the fear, I feel like I can do this. That’s why I uprooted my life in the first place.

It’s just this latest book that’s making me doubt myself.

It’s taken me a long time to find inspiration and start writing, and I guess that knocked my confidence. ”

Inspiration.

I think back to the pink notebook, stifling a smile as I say, “Tell me about your new book.”

Violet’s eyes widen. “Uh…it’s a romance.”

“I know that part.”

“It’s…well, it’s set on a mountain.”

“What about the characters?”

Her words are barely a whisper. “The hero is a mountain man.”

“And the heroine?”

“A writer.”

She stares down at her lap, and I instinctively hook my thumb under her chin, forcing her to look at me. I can smell her shampoo, like raspberries and cream, and my heart stutters as I breathe it in.

“Sounds like a damn good story to me,” I tell her.

“You think so?”

Our faces are almost touching, and the charge in the air has nothing to do with the storm raging outside. My eyes stray to her lips, cherry-red and pouty, too tempting to resist.

“You’re damn right I do,” I murmur.

Then I close the gap between us with a deep groan.

The world exhales, a dam bursting as I kiss Violet, crushing my mouth to hers.

I don’t hold back. Hell, I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

My fingers thread desperately through her hair, pulling her closer.

Her lips are so damn soft, and she gasps as I slip my tongue between them, filling her warm mouth.

Fuck.

Blood rushes down to my cock, heating my skin like a wildfire as I lose myself in Violet’s sweet taste.

She wraps her arms around my neck, lapping at my tongue, making soft noises of pleasure in her throat.

It’s enough to drive me wild. I want her so badly I can’t fucking breathe, and I pull her onto my lap, feeling her pressing down against my hard cock.

A shiver runs through her as I grab her ass, grinding her against me.

But I want more. There are too many layers between us, and I push her back against the couch, taking a moment to savor how fucking beautiful she looks laid out for me like this.

I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch alive right now.

With urgent hands, I reach for her shorts and unzip them, pulling them down to expose her white panties. I lean down to kiss her again, our tongues melding as I slide my hand beneath the fabric, swiping my fingers against her wet folds.

So hot. So fucking wet.

Violet bucks against me, breaking our kiss with a gasp, her eyes wide as she looks up at me.

“You okay, sugar?”

“Yes, but…nobody has ever touched me there before.” She says it like a confession, her legs trembling slightly, and my cock throbs so hard I think I might come then and there.

“I’m gonna do more than just touch you, Violet.” I press against her entrance, feeling the heat against my fingertips. “Much more.”

She shudders, sucking in a breath as I slide down her panties and toss them to the floor. I ease her gorgeously thick thighs apart, heart hammering as I expose her pretty pink core, glistening with arousal.

“You’re perfect,” I mutter, feasting my eyes on her most intimate spot. “So damn perfect.”

I’m aching for her, the pressure building in my boxers. I need to be inside her. Claim her. It’s a deep, primal desire, setting every nerve on fire with want as I run my finger against her slit, coating my fingers in her wetness.

Fuck, I want to taste her.

The scent of her sweet musk is enough to turn me feral as I kneel on the floor, pulling her to the edge of the couch. My knee twinges with pain, but I ignore it, leaning in until my mouth is level with Violet’s pussy. I slide my tongue against her slit, relishing her gasp of surprise.

“Oh!”

She tastes so damn good, sweeter than cherry pie, her skin silky smooth against my mouth. I lick up to her swollen clit, and she spasms against me, moaning as I flick my tongue against it.

She likes that.

I suck the swollen bud into my mouth and Violet’s back arches, her legs quivering either side of my head. I hold her still, trapping her as I worship her sensitive clit, teasing it with my lips, my tongue.

“Oh! Tanner…”

The sound of her moaning my name sends a pulse of desire through me. All I care about is her pleasure. I want to make her feel so fucking good. I want to hear her come undone for me, crying out as I make her mine.

Mine to pleasure.

Mine to taste.

Mine to fuck.

My cock is aching, hard as rock as I reach a hand between Violet’s legs, seeking out her tight hole. It’s so damn tiny, gushing with warm cream. Still sucking her clit, I thrust two fingers inside her, pumping them in a desperate rhythm.

I need her to come.

She’s so fucking tight, her wet heat clamping around my fingers. Her little mewls of pleasure fill my ears, her body quaking like the trees outside as her orgasm blooms.

“Oh, God…Tanner! Tanner!”

Her muscles contract, her clit pulsing against my lips as she comes hard.

That’s right, sugar , I think to myself.

You’re mine.

From now on, it’s my name you’re gonna scream every time you come.

I lap up her sweet cream, a deep possessiveness burning inside me when I finally pull away to look at her. Those pretty eyes are glazed with lust, lips parted as she stares up at me.

“That was amazing,” she says, her body relaxing against the couch.

“Don’t get comfortable, sugar. I’m not finished with you yet.”

I scoop her into my arms and straighten up, carrying her into my bedroom.

Then I set her down on my giant four-poster bed, and she lies back, her eyes glinting in the dark.

The storm shutter is drawn over the window, blocking out the light, so I turn on the lamp in the corner, filling the room with a dim orange glow.

I don’t waste another second. I tear off my plaid shirt and kick off my jeans before grabbing Violet’s tank top.

She helps me pull it up over her head, then unclips her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders.

My eyes roam her naked body. Every inch of her is plump and curvy, from her soft belly to the swell of her rounded breasts.

She looks too perfect to be real—like something out of a painting.

I run my hands reverentially over her soft, creamy skin, my mouth dry with longing.

I’ve never wanted anything more than I want Violet right now.

My body rages with it—this bone-deep need—and I’m breathing hard as I reach for my boxers, impatient to remove the final layer between us.

I’m going to claim this sweet angel.

Fill her with my cock until she screams.

Nothing can stop me now.

I’m taking what’s mine, and I’m never letting her go.