Page 11 of My Tempting Mountain Man (Summer In The Pines #2)

Everly

The cabin is warm now, heat radiating from the fireplace Liam stoked as we came in from the cold. But the warmth I feel isn't just from the fire—it's from him. Every glance, every brush of his hand, every quiet moment of unspoken emotion has me teetering on a fragile edge I never knew existed.

I head into the bathroom, casting a glance over my shoulder with a soft smile. "Shower sounds pretty perfect right now," I say, knowing he’s watching me.

And a few seconds later, he follows.

The air fills quickly with thick steam as he turns on the water. It rolls across the mirrors, coats the tile in a soft haze, and wraps around us like a cocoon. The world outside disappears.

Liam steps in close, eyes locked to mine, and with careful hands, he reaches for the hem of my shirt.

He peels it away slowly, reverently, as if he’s unwrapping something sacred.

I shiver—not from the cold, but from the way he looks at me.

Like I’m more than beautiful. Like I’m worth something.

His hands skim over my skin, and I swear my legs almost give out.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers, voice rough and full of wonder, as his fingers sweep gently through my hair.

He grabs the bottle of shampoo, tilts my head back beneath the water, and lathers it into my scalp. His touch is gentle, almost worshipful, and I melt under it, my eyes fluttering closed. The rhythm of his fingers—strong, steady, tender—works through every strand, and a soft sigh escapes me.

It feels amazing having his hands on me. Intimate in a way that’s deeper than sex, more vulnerable than anything I’ve ever experienced. No one’s ever touched me like this—with care, with attention, with emotion brimming in every movement.

He rinses my hair, then smooths conditioner through it, his thumbs brushing against the curve of my neck. I can feel the tension draining from my body, bit by bit, as the hot water and his presence soak into me.

When he finishes, I open my eyes to find him watching me again, his gaze soft but intense, as if he’s memorizing me just as much as I am him. I reach for the hem of his shirt, my fingers brushing his damp skin as I help undress him. He lets me, silent, eyes never leaving mine.

I run my hands over his chest slowly, exploring the firm lines of muscle, the warmth of his skin beneath my palms. He’s solid and steady, and yet somehow trembling under my touch. When I look up again, he’s already stepping closer, pulling me gently under the spray of water with him.

The heat hits me instantly, a soothing, enveloping rush that sinks into my bones. I lean against him, chest to chest, skin to skin, heart to heart.

We don’t say anything. There’s no need. His arms wrap around me, anchoring me to him. His chin rests on the top of my head, and I close my eyes, letting the moment wash over me. I’ve never felt safer. I’ve never felt more wanted.

If this is love—and I’m starting to believe it is—then it’s nothing like I expected.

It’s deeper.

Quieter.

Stronger.

It’s Liam.

And he’s already in my heart, whether either of us is ready to say the words out loud or not.

“I adore you,” Liam whispers as he roams his hands over my soaked body.

I blink up at him. “I adore you too.”

He leans in, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss is tender at first, like we’re exploring each other for the first time, but then grows more urgent. Like he can’t get enough of me.

I definitely can’t get enough of him. That’s for sure.

In an instant my body grows needy.

He smiles down at me after breaking the kiss. “You’re so damn perfect.”

He keeps calling me this, but I can’t help but remember him saying that there’s so much more out there for me. Does he not believe in what we’re building here?

“So are you.” I want him to know that what he’s feeling isn’t one-sided. That I want this as much as he does. Possibly more. “You’re perfect too,” I reiterate.

He trails kisses down my neck, his hands squeezing my hips. “I need inside you.”

I lean my head back, wanting him more and more as every second ticks by. “Yes,” I moan out.

He reaches between our bodies, his fingers landing on my most sensitive spot, and he toys with my clit as he continues trailing kisses down my body. He clamps his mouth over one breast, and then the other. His tongue plays with my nipple, and he gently bites down.

“Oh, please. Daddy, I need you.”

He spins me around. “Palms on the tile. Legs spread.” I do as he says, and he grabs a handful of my left ass cheek. “Fuck, you’re going to feel so good from this position.”

He glides his hand through my wetness, and my body instantly comes alive from his touch. He leans me forward, my cheek pressing against the cool tile as he nudges the head of his dick inside me.

I arch my back, loving the way he feels when he pushes inside me. “Ah, Daddy,” I moan out, feeling a little sore, but nothing I can’t handle. “Go slow, please.”

He runs a hand down my back. “Are you okay?”

I nod, or at least try to. “I’m fine. I just need you to start off slowly. I need to get used to you again.”

He runs his mouth over my shoulder, his large body hovering so closely to mine. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know, Daddy.” It makes me smile that every time I call him ‘daddy’ his dick jerks a little inside me. Like calling him that turns him on so much. “Daddy,” I say once more for good measure.

He bites into my shoulder. “You’re killing me, little girl.”

This makes me smile brighter. “Good.”

He starts pushing deeper inside me, filling me up, but going slowly like I asked.

The hot water sluices over our joined bodies, and I silently beg the universe to let me have this feeling for the rest of my life.

“This pussy is mine,” he says, cupping my mound and pushing his finger against my clit.

He’s not gentle with the way he toys with my clit. No, he’s rough and unforgiving, but it’s just the right amount of pressure to make me see stars when I close my eyelids.

My body’s so close to unraveling, and I clench my walls tighter around him.

“Oh fuck, baby, I feel that. You squeezing my cock. Strangling him. Trying to milk my release from me.”

“I’m so close, Daddy.”

That’s all it takes for both of us to groan out in ecstasy. Our orgasms hit at the same time, a symphony of moans and grunts as we ride out the waves of our releases together.