Page 8 of The Mountain Man’s Heat (Blue Mountain Burn: The Firefighters of Hartley Ridge #1)

Chapter Eight

Hudson

With a growl into her mouth, I haul her to my body, one hand on her incredible arse, the other fisting her wild hair at the back of her head. Her soft curves press to me in intoxicating perfection, and my cock pulses, demanding to be inside her sweet heat.

Fuck, I want her. Want to claim her. Take her. Brand her as mine.

Steady , a little voice shouts in my head. Steady .

Tearing my lips from hers, I suck in a choppy breath and stare down into her upturned face.

“Iris,” I rasp, squeezing the sublime swell of her butt cheek.

“From the second I saw you, I wanted you. On a level that’s almost primitive.

I can’t promise I’ll be gentle, but I do promise I will give you so much pleasure you?—”

She silences me with a hungry kiss, hands cupping my face. Rolling her hips, she grinds the soft curve of her sex to my trapped erection, and my head swims as blood surges to my already engorged cock.

Another growl vibrates deep in the back of my throat, turning into a moan of concentrated lust as she anchors her arms at the back of my neck and jumps and wraps her thighs around my hips.

The heat of her spread pussy kisses my cock through our clothes, and I squeeze both of her arse cheeks, holding her there. No fucking way am I letting her go.

Balling a fist in the hair at my nape, she pulls my head back, her gaze finding mine. Lust burns in her eyes, and my cock responds, a thick, impatient spasm that’s borderline painful. “Fuck me, Hudson,” she says. “Please? I don’t want you to be gentle. I just want you. Inside me. Now.”

Harder than I’ve ever been, and my soul ablaze with desire, I lower us both to the floor. No way am I wasting time carrying her to my bedroom. The rug in front of the fireplace is thick lambswool, and besides, I don’t want to disturb Archie.

I lay her on her back, brace my hands either side of her head, and nestle myself between her spread thighs. I thrust my cock, still imprisoned by my jeans, against the softness of her sex.

“Yes…” she moans, locking her ankles at the small of my back and rolling her hips. “Do that.”

I dry hump her again.

Her eyes flutter closed, pleasure etching her face as she sucks in quick, shallow breaths. Her nails score my back through my shirt, igniting an inferno of need in me I know I have no control over.

Taking my weight on one hand, I plunge my other one up under her shirt and capture the full heaviness of her breast. Squeeze it. Maul it. Pinch its puckered nipple.

“Oh God,” she gasps, arching into my humping thrusts. “Oh God, I think I’m going to come already!”

“Yes,” I growl, pinching her nipple again. “Fucking come for me, baby.”

A shudder wracks her body, her hips buck, and her nails claw across my shoulders. “Oh God, Hudson…”

Unable to hold on any longer, I shove myself onto my haunches. “I need you naked, Iris.” I hook my fingers under the waistband of the track pants I gave her barely a few moments ago, holding her gaze. “Once I tear my clothes from your body, I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Fuck control,” she says, eyes hot.

With a raw chuckle that is more a growl, I yank my trackpants from her and take possession of her sweet pussy with my mouth. Lick her clit. Flick it with my tongue. Suck it. Nip it with my teeth. Lick it again.

She gasps, her hands in my hair, holding my head and mouth exactly where she wants them. “Don’t stop,” she instructs on a whispered breath. “Don’t stop.”

Gripping her hips, I fuck her with my tongue. Her taste is ambrosial. Addictive. How the hell do I not taste her every day now?

Her thighs clamping my head, she comes again, her hips bucking upward. I lap at her release, losing myself in the soft sounds of pleasure she’s making, and then, as her fingers slip from my hair, I lever myself backward and to my feet.

She stares up at me. She’s naked, but there’s nothing shy or ashamed about her. Splayed before me, she is confident and aware, and I am dangerously close to losing my heart to her and not caring.

Sucking in a long, slow breath, I spread her thighs wider with my feet and—as she watches me–strip off my clothes.

“Oh God,” she whispers as my cock, finally free, juts upward. She bites her bottom lip and meets my stare again. “Hurry. Please, I need you inside me. Now.”

The begging request pushes me over the edge.

I position myself between her thighs, my hips pressed to hers, my cock parting her wet pussy lips.

I pause, grasping for an iota of control.

“Iris?” I ground out, aching to embed myself in her heat.

“Protection? I’m clean, but I can… Condom? Do you want me to put on a?—”

“I’m on the pill.” She stares up at me, her chest rising and falling with quick, ragged breaths. “And I want to feel you .” Her eyebrows knit. “If that’s okay? If you trust me?”

I trust her. I more than trust her. I think I’m fucking in love with her.

In one fluid stroke, I sink into her. Bury myself to the balls in her wet tightness.

She throws back her head, biting her bottom lip again, her pants rapid and shallow, her nails raking my back. Her inner muscles envelop my length, squeezing each thrust I slam into her.

We move together, our rhythm in sublime harmony. And as I feel the soles of my feet and the base of my spine begin to tingle, her body tightens more around me. “I’m going to…” she cries on a breath. “Hudson, I’m going to?—”

She bucks her hips upward, and I erupt inside her, my release quaking through me and into her.

Our orgasms claim us as one, and as one, we come down together, our sated bodies slicked with sweat, our limbs entwined.

“Wow,” she whispers, gazing up at me as I gently brush a curled strand of her hair from her face. “Seriously… Wow.”

I chuckle, brush my thumb over her bottom lip, and then brush my lips over hers. “So,” I whisper back, not wanting to withdraw from her body. “Were we both quiet because we didn’t want to wake Archie?”

Her dimples flash at me. “I think so. Aren’t we amazing?”

“The perfect team,” I murmur with my own smile.

She gazes into my eyes, and for a moment, I think she’s going to say something else. Something…significant.

I think I love you, Hudson? Is that what you want her to say?

My chest squeezes. No one falls in love so quickly, but that’s exactly what a part of me wants. The part that doesn’t care my job puts me at risk every day. The part that doesn’t remember watching my mother’s grief over Dad’s death. The part that doesn’t remember almost being destroyed by it.

That part of me. The part that swore I’d never do that to someone. Never put them through that pain. That love wasn’t for me.

The terrified part.

“The perfect team,” she murmurs back as my cock finally slips from her. She rolls onto her side, wriggling her arse. “Wanna see if we make the perfect spoon as well?”

Heart hammering, my breath falling from me a low chuckle, I lower myself to my side and snuggle her into my body.

We do.

“The perfect spoon,” I whisper against the back of her neck, tugging her closer.

What the hell do I do now?

Be scared and alone forever? Or face your fear like you would a fire?

I don’t know. I don’t fucking know.