Page 4 of Mountain Man’s Mail Order Treat (Wildwood Valley Brides #3)

WHITLEY

F rom the first kiss, I knew this was going to be better than I’d ever imagined. And that was saying a lot, because every time I looked at Jareth, all I could think about was wrapping my legs around his naked body and urging him inside me.

But right now, we were just kissing, him holding himself above me on one arm, hand settled at my waist. I’d fallen back on the pillow, and my hair fanned out around me in a way I hoped was attractive, not messy.

And that was how I knew I was already in this too deep. His approval of my appearance meant way too much to me. That had never been the case with a guy before. Well, not to this extreme anyway.

But then, no man had looked at me the way this one did. Not even close.

His lips brushed mine gently at first, sending shivers through my body. I let him control the kiss as my fingertips explored the contours of his arm. The contrast between his hard ridges and my soft curves made me sigh with longing.

His hands skimmed my hips before moving upward, over my stomach, until he reached my bra. His thumb slid over the curve of one breast, and I moaned against his mouth. It felt so good. If this was any indication of what was to come, I was in for a treat.

The biggest treat of my life.

When Jareth broke the kiss, I couldn’t hold in a disappointed gasp. I didn’t want him to ever stop kissing me. Not until I took my dying breath.

He’d promised not to hurt me. He’d promised to protect me. And somehow I knew I could trust him on that. My heart was safe with Jareth.

He looked down at me for several long seconds, then shifted, putting himself lower on my body, his head close to my chest. He tugged my bra cup down, freeing my breast. Then he lowered his head and ran his tongue around my nipple, finally flicking it over the beaded tip.

I cried out. Oh yeah, this was definitely a treat, and he’d only just started.

He glanced up at me before moving to the other breast, lavishing attention on that nipple. It just felt too good to be real, especially when his fingers trailed a path over the inside of my thigh.

I shifted beneath him, my legs parting slightly, an invitation I wasn’t even aware I was making until his hand settled at the top of my thigh. His fingers hovered just beneath the edge of my panties, sending sparks up my spine with nothing more than the promise of a touch.

His mouth left my breast with a slow, teasing drag of his tongue, and he shifted until he was hovering over me again. His dark eyes locked onto mine as his fingers finally— finally —slid beneath the lace of my panties. My breath hitched, my hips arching instinctively toward his touch.

“So eager,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I love that about you.”

His fingers traced delicate, maddening circles just above where I needed him most, and I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Jareth?—”

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his breath hot against my throat as he kissed his way up my neck.

“You,” I gasped. “God, just—touch me.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and then his fingers were there, sliding through my slick heat, teasing my entrance before stroking upward in one slow, deliberate glide. My back arched off the bed, a cry tearing from my lips as pleasure shot through me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his thumb pressing against my clit in tight, relentless circles while his fingers worked me deeper. “So wet. So fucking responsive.”

I was already trembling, my thighs shaking around his hand as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. His mouth crashed back onto mine, swallowing my moans as his fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that made me see stars.

“Come for me,” he demanded against my lips.

And just like that, I shattered. Pleasure exploded through me, my body clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me. I barely had time to catch my breath before Jareth was shifting over me, his hard length pressing against my thigh, his eyes burning with hunger.

“That was just the beginning,” he promised, his voice a dark, delicious threat.

I smiled up at him. “Now it’s your turn.”

And as he settled between my thighs, I knew I was in for the ride of my life.

Jareth’s body pressed against mine, his arousal hot and heavy along my thigh. I could feel the tension in his muscles, the restraint in every breath he took, and it thrilled me—knowing how much he wanted me, how hard he was fighting to keep control.

His lips found mine again, this kiss deeper, hungrier, as if he couldn’t get enough. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, my hips lifting instinctively against him.

Then, just as he began to shift, aligning himself between my legs, I suddenly remembered—protection.

“Wait,” I gasped, breaking the kiss. His dark eyes flickered with concern, but I quickly reassured him, stroking his jaw. “I just… we didn’t talk about birth control.”

Jareth stilled, his expression unreadable for a moment before he exhaled sharply. “Shit. You’re right.”

He started to pull back, but I tightened my grip on his shoulders. “I’m not on anything,” I admitted, my voice steadier than I expected. “And…I don’t want to use anything.”

His brows lifted in surprise. “You don’t?”

I shook my head, my pulse racing. “No. I want you. All of you. No barriers.” I swallowed, then added, softer, “And if that means we start a family… I want that too.”

Jareth’s gaze burned into mine, searching, questioning. “You’re sure?”

“Completely.”

A slow, possessive smile curved his lips. “Good. Because the thought of filling you up, of putting a baby in you…” His voice dropped to a rough whisper. “Fuck, it’s all I can think about now.”

My breath hitched at his words, heat pooling low in my belly.

He kissed me again, deep and claiming, before pulling back just enough to murmur, “It’s your first time. I’ll go slow.”

I nodded, nerves and anticipation twisting together as he positioned himself at my entrance. His thumb brushed over my clit in slow, soothing circles, easing the tension, preparing me.

“Relax for me,” he murmured, pressing forward just slightly.

I gasped at the unfamiliar pressure, but his touch never stopped—gentle, rhythmic strokes that sent sparks of pleasure through me, distracting from the discomfort.

“That’s it,” he praised, his voice thick with restraint. “Just like that.”

He pushed deeper, and I moaned, my body adjusting, the pain fading beneath the steady pleasure of his thumb on my clit.

“You feel incredible,” he gritted out, his hips flush against mine now, fully sheathed inside me.

I arched beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely filled, so claimed. And then his thumb circled faster, his other hand gripping my hip as he began to move.

The friction was exquisite, the pleasure building so fast it stole my breath.

“Jareth!” I cried out as another orgasm crashed over me, my body clenching around him, pulling him deeper.

He groaned, his rhythm faltering as he lost control, his hips driving into me with one final, desperate thrust. “Fuck yes,” he growled.

And with that, he spilled his seed inside me, his release hot and perfect. As I rode out the last of my own orgasm, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought we might have made a baby.

A baby. Jareth’s baby. I suddenly couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, breathless, tangled together, his forehead resting against mine. Then he smirked and brushed my lips with his.

“Are you sure you want to start a family?” he asked.

I laughed, breathless, and pulled him down for another kiss. “More than anything. But only with you.”

Jareth eased out of me slowly, his movements tender, and rolled to his side, tugging me into his arms. My head found his chest, my leg sliding over his, as we adjusted into a messy, perfect tangle of limbs.

His hand traced lazy circles over my back, and for a while, neither of us said anything. The silence wasn’t awkward. It was the kind that only came after something real. Something life-altering.

Eventually, he huffed a quiet laugh.

“What?” I asked, my cheek pressed to his bare skin.

“We’re in the guest bed.”

I blinked, then looked around. He was right. We were still in the loft, on the full-size bed. But it was plenty of room for us.

“So?” I murmured.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I just…figured our first time would be in my bed.”

I smiled into his chest. “You mean the one downstairs that doesn’t have you in it?”

His laugh rumbled beneath me. “Good point.”

I tipped my head up to look at him. “I don’t care where we are. As long as I’m with you.”

He looked down at me, that slow, crooked smile softening his whole face. “Then we’re staying right here.”

“Good,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

Jareth tugged the blanket over us, then wrapped both arms around me like he had no intention of letting go. And I hoped he wouldn’t. Not tonight. Not ever.

His breathing slowed, deepened. My eyelids felt heavy, and the last thing I remembered before sleep pulled me under was the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear…and the warmth of his body wrapped tightly around mine.

Safe. Sated. Completely his.

And for the first time in forever, I didn’t feel alone.