Page 8 of Mountain Man Bodyguard (Mountain Men of Pineville #4)

EIGHT

CHASSIE

No longer caring if I was making a fool of myself, because I could tell by the thick erection pushing against Kane’s pants, he wanted me. And he hadn’t run away screaming when I talked about my female stuff, which earned him major brownie points.

“You always this forward?” Kane’s lids had gone heavy, his voice deeper, sexier if that was even possible.

“No.” Why lie? Kane was the reason I was making this move. He may not be my usual type, not that I had one, but I’d quickly come to discover he was so much more than the arrogant, movie star-handsome stuntman persona he projected at first.

“Good to know. Come here.”

Everything was forgotten. The empty cup of cocoa tumbled to the floor, and the blanket from his bed slid to the floor.

For someone who’d forsaken morning yoga the past month or so for more caffeine and panic scrolling trying to figure out who my superfan creeper was, I managed to leverage myself closer to Kane without any pain, his eyes watching, growing heavier with desire.

The switch-up for me was a powerful turn-on as I kissed him.

The first touch of our lips surprised me.

Where I expected hard, like the rest of him, he was soft.

He followed my lead slowly, oh so slow until screw that.

Who was I kidding? I didn’t want soft or slow.

Or tender. I wanted Kane, full throttle.

And Kane did not disappoint. The change was swift, thrilling as our tongues battled for dominance and his hands grasped my waist, pulling me fully onto his lap.

My hip brushed his erection, and we both moaned.

I happily settled against him, winding my arms around his neck, fully giving myself over to the moment, to him.

Heavy breathing and whispered pleas filled my ears, and then Kane kissed me like I was his last meal.

If this was what our first kiss was like, I couldn’t wait for more.

For all of it. His hand drifted over my hip, and I had a moment of panic.

My hormone patch was just millimeters away from his seeking fingers.

I know I shouldn’t be freaked out over this stupid patch; I was, am an RN.

But what if it turns him off? What if he sees me as less than a woman?

What if I have to make him stop when we're right in the middle of things?

“Oopsie sorry, I should really get my lube before we go any further.” Stupid perimenopause, forced menopause, whatever.

Kane leaned back, releasing my lower lip with a sexy-sounding pop. “Chas, what’s wrong?”

I shouldn’t be embarrassed. He already knows about my surgery, that he’s my first since then, and he’s still here. Still hard. Suck it up, Chassie . You want this man—bad. Tell him before you ruin the mood.

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

” That earned me a smile. An amused and still interested in having sex with me smile.

“Your hand, yeah, that one.” He rubbed the spot on my waist I was so worried about, igniting tingles along the way.

“It’s just that I’m wearing a hormone patch this close to that spot.

” I pinched my fingers for effect. “And I’ve never had someone discover it.

” I rushed out the last part of the sentence, not sure he’d get the importance or just how unsexy I felt because of it.

Instead of backing off, he cradled my face in his hands and kissed my forehead.

“I know we haven’t known each other long, and this thing between us is…

intense. But if you’re worried I’m going to be turned off because you wear a patch that helps you, you are very wrong.

” Kane curled two fingers under my chin and gently tipped my head back until our gazes met. “Got it?”

He had no idea just how much, but before I could tell him about the other thing he rubbed his lips against mine and in a voice, I will remember for the rest of my life said, “Now, I can give you orgasms, or I can attempt an awkward flowery declaration of my feelings. But to be honest, at this very moment, I’m incapable of the second, while the first one I can guarantee your complete satisfaction.

Because all my blood has migrated south and is hell-bent on staying there. So, lady’s choice.”

“O-orgasms? As in more than?—”

“I’m a man of my word. And for you, just like my favorite snack, I won’t be able to stop at just one.”

When was the last time I was struck speechless? Never, that’s when. Just ask my siblings.

“Chassie?”

“Um, yes?” I was still trying to work out the plural thing he just promised.

“I’m not playing games with you. I want this to happen, so if you want it too, I need to know before I pick you up and carry you to bed.”

Carry me? Hell, I’d race him if that got us there quicker.

Nodding, because I was still speechless, he released a sound that I could only describe as pent-up relief, and before I could send the signal from my brain to my feet, he’d scooped me up, tossed me over his shoulder and anchored one of his large hands on my ass.

The short trip to his bedroom was a blur, but the slow slide down the front of his heated, tall body was anything but. When my feet touched the ground, I had no time to wonder what came next. He kissed me. And somehow this kiss surpassed the first.

My bones melted, and from the tips of my fingers to my toes my body tingled. A sharp twinge in my lower belly followed, and oh my, a pool of heat settled between my folds. Hello, natural lubrication. A small giggle escaped before I could hold it in.

“You find this funny, do you? Just for that, you strip first.” Kane tempered his command with a slow, devastating smile as he glared down at me.

“No way. That’ll take too long. And I wasn’t laughing at you. So, winner gets to… ah! ” Kane picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, and I kinda liked it. “Hey no fair.”

“Clothes off.” Kane ordered.

Mm, I liked that too.

The race was on as I struggled to undress while lying down and also trying to watch him as he shed his clothes. He was…spectacular.

“You’re not moving.” Standing before me in nothing but his boxer briefs, hands on hips, the outline of his cock captured my full attention. Dang, he could sell millions….

And I wasn’t going to because he took care of my clothes for me. The man had talents. Soon I was naked except for my patch, and all I could do was gaze at him as he finally, blessedly removed his briefs.

Size may not matter, because a woman knows it’s really all about the motion and the tongue, but oh, my. Not too big, though. Just right for me.

“Chassie, focus.”

“Yes, sir.” I wiggled my hips and held out my arms.

“Just, Kane. When you’re coming the first time and every time, I want to hear Kane on your lips.” He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked.

Okay, now that was hot. But not as hot as his next move.

Bending a knee, he crawled over top of me, then placed both hands on either side of my head and held my gaze.

Heat enveloped me, and the anticipation of what he would do next sent zaps of electricity along my spine.

I could feel my eyelids grow heavy with desire and need, so much need.

Instead of feeling trapped, I felt protected, like any bodyguard worth his weight in gold should feel.

When he placed the palm of a hand over my abdomen, I could have wept.

He caressed and then rubbed the back of his hand from one side to the other, inching ever lower. “Open your legs for me, Chas.”

Much like the lightning from earlier, he struck.

His lips captured mine as his fingers dove between the folds of my pussy.

The simultaneous contact as his tongue dipped between my lips and his fingers pushed deeper into my channel, thrusting in and out then swirling and playing with my clit, he’d mastered my body and we’d barely begun.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. Kane removed his fingers, and I whimpered from the loss of his touch, the heat. “Don’t worry. You’re going to like what I do next much better.”

“Promises. Promises.”

“I always keep them. And sometimes add on a little more.” Kane sucked a nipple into his hot mouth. My hips bucked in response.

“Yes, more. Please.”

With another quick shift of his body, Kane was between my thighs, his tongue between my wet folds.

He flicked my clit as the first promised orgasm built.

Holding back was not an option for me. Bucking my hips, I silently begged for harder, and he swiftly complied.

“So good,” I gasped. How I even managed to form two words was beyond me.

Kane thrust his tongue as deep inside me as he could, alternating with teasing flicks again on my clit.

My toes began to curl, and a light flashed bright behind my eyelids when I crested, rolling my hips and matching his strokes as I fell over the edge and then he added that something more he’d hinted at and feathered his tongue ever so lightly against my engorged clit, triggering another orgasm. “Oh, my…yes, Kane!”

My voice hoarse from screaming, I floated back down and found him watching me, a wicked smile on his handsome face. “I don’t want to assume, but I’m guessing we don’t need a condom, unless….”

“I’m clean, and you?” It was odd to be having this conversation like right now, after not one but two amazing orgasms, but we hadn’t exactly gotten around to it earlier.

“Me too.” Kane leaned up and gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. “You’ll tell me if this hurts, okay?”

Nodding, because again his actions robbed me of any words, I let my gaze fall between our bodies and watched as he slowly entered me. In and out. Each time, just a little further. And each time I grew more desperate for him to go faster. Harder. And then he was seated inside me, fully.

“You good, Chas?” Kane whispered against my ear.

“So damn good. Now move.”

With the deep rumbling I’d come to love, Kane began a rhythm I quickly adapted to.

My blood roared in my ears as he pounded over and over, then he reached down and with the pad of his thumb flicked my clit.

This orgasm slammed into me fast. He continued stroking me, prolonging my pleasure until he found his own, his body bucking as he spilled into me.

My name was on his lips as he held me tight through a few powerful aftershocks.

Not sure how much later, and on the verge of drifting off, I remember hearing someone saying, “I love you.”