Page 6 of Protective Mountain Man (Cold Mountain Nights #13)

Falan

I’ve wanted her from the moment I laid eyes on her.

From her glasses perched on her pert little nose, her curls, that look of adventure in her eyes.

She is everything I’m not. She is sunshine, goodness, and so full of youthful energy it almost hurts just to look at her.

But I want her. I’ve been thinking of getting my hands on those curvy hips all day.

Fighting with myself all day not to touch her.

To keep my distance. There are so many reasons why she can’t be mine.

But right now. Kissing her. My arms around her.

Her soft body against mine, I can’t remember a single one of those reasons.

All I know is that I need her. Not just a physical need. Something in my soul aches for her. I want her in my life. I long to be part of her, to have her, to love her. My God, to be loved by her. The thought makes me kiss her harder. With a hunger I didn’t know I had.

Her soft moan brings me back to my senses.

As much as I would like to bend her over and lose myself in her, I have to go slow.

Kissing her throat, sucking on her sweet little ear lobe.

She smells of sweet fruits. Of summer. Of orange groves, daisies and butterflies.

Fuck. She’s turning me into some sort of poet.

Her hands grip at my shirt. Her fingers burn where they explore my back. Putting my hands to her ass I hold her against my rock hard erection. Lifting one leg up, she wraps it around me as I run up against her. Fuck. I could explode right now.

I yank up her sweater and t-shirt together.

She raises her arms for me and soon I’m staring at her breasts.

She’s wearing a white lace bra and it stops me in my tracks.

I want to savor this moment forever. White lace is so perfect for her.

She is so sweet and youthful. But those tits are something to behold.

Big and bountiful. I cup one in my hand, loving the weight of it.

Running my thumb over her nipple. My mouth waters as it hardens under my gaze.

She’s breathing hard. I can feel her eyes on me but I can’t take my gaze off her chest rising and falling.

Running a finger along her cleavage where it touches the lace. She is so soft and lovely.

“Want me to take it off?” She asks. Her voice unsure.

I nod. The bra drops away and I can feel my cock get even harder now. I thought she was beautiful wrapped in white lace. I was wrong. I look up at her face. Her lips plump from kissing. Her hair fallen out of its bun.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” I didn’t mean my voice to sound so rough. So much emotion making my words sound almost angry. I never was any good with words so I kiss her hard. Pushing her back up against a wall. Trying to convey how much I need her. One hand on her breast, the other in her hair.

She tastes so sweet and good. She’s like my fantasy come true.

All I might have wished for, if I’d lived a better life.

If I was a good man, this would be my reward.

I kiss her with a hunger and a yearning for a better life.

And my sweet, brave, stubborn girl melts into me and kisses me back with a wildness that only fuels the fire.

My hands on her ass, I hold her against me as I walk her to the bed. It’s a similar hold I had on her the night before getting her out of the bar. She stirs up all of my protective feelings. I want to please her. Hold her. Love her.

Laying her gently on the bed my hands roam over her body.

Turning her this way and that. Shedding her clothes as I explore every part of her.

Taking note of what makes her gasp with pleasure.

What makes her moan for more. My mouth on her skin.

My tongue. My teeth. My big hands exploring all of her beautiful curves.

She grips at my clothes and I shed them between kisses. There is a wildness in her. A passion and urgency matched by my need. I’m rock hard. Laying on top of her body, I whisper gruffly in her ear.

“Later I'm going to take my time but this might go fast.”

Her eyes flare wide as she feels my rock hard erection. Her nod is all I need. Spreading her thighs wide, the tip of my cock pushes against her entrance. She is wet and hot and moaning under me.

Pushing in to her slowly is sweet agony.

I try to hold back. I want to be gentle with her.

But she thrusts her hips under me, driving me wild.

Sliding into her pussy feels like coming home.

I bury my face in her neck. Inhaling the sweet smell of oranges and I want to live here forever.

My huge, hard cock moving deeper inside of her.

Loving the feel of her. It’s a tight fit but I want her to take it all.

Pushing the whole thick length of cock deep into her sweet pussy.

Her fingernails bite into my shoulders but she lifts her hips to take all of me.

Our breathing heavy as I look into her eyes.

In that moment I want to tell her how I’m feeling.

All of these emotions welling up inside of me.

I want her to know me, I want to tell her everything.

But I can’t find the words so I just kiss her deeply hoping she understands.

And then I start to move inside her. Drawing back and pushing in hard enough to make her gasp.

There is no more going slow. But I try not to just pound into her, as much as I’d like to fuck her hard and quick.

I try for long, slick, deep thrusts. Wanting her to love this as much as I am.

Wanting her to remember this moment forever.

She hugs her arms and legs around me. Her head thrown back.

I let instinct take over. Thrusting into her over and over until I feel her pussy squeeze around my cock and she goes hard and then limp as she reaches her climax.

A few more thrusts My cock is throbbing.

I explode with a loud roar that shakes the walls.

IPouring my seed into her. Filling her up.

Never had I felt anything like it. So alive.

Like all my senses are heightened. This woman has woken me up.

She has saved me. And I don’t ever want to let her go.