Page 21 of Drenched for the Mountain Man
“I want you inside me,” she said, plain and sure, no joke stapled to it, and it knocked the wind out of me. Hard. “Now, please. I’ve been thinking about it since you carried me up that trail like I was made of air.”
“Condom’s in the nightstand.” I reached for it, and her hand caught my wrist.
“I’m on the pill and I haven’t — it’s been a long time.” Her chin came up. “But it’s your call, mountain man.”
“It’s been a while for me too.” I swept the hair back from her face, searching it. “I want to feel everything.”
She nodded. “Me too.”
I shifted my weight to one arm, and took my cock in the other, dragged the head through her slick heat, and watched hereyes lose focus as I pushed into her. Slowly. I had to. She was tight enough that the feel of her whited out the edges of my vision. I fed my cock into her an inch at a time while she gripped my forearms,nails biting in, her body making room for me by degrees.
I didn’t stop, but took her slowly, almost breaking my control, but giving her time to adjust to my size before I was seated all the way inside her.
“You feel —”
“Yeah.”
“I mean it, that’s — you’re — I have no material for this,” she said. “None. I’m out.”
“Good.” I pulled back and drove home hard, making her head drop back into the quilt. “Now I have two ways to make you speechless.”
I set a pace. Long and deep, grinding at the bottom of every stroke because it made her gasp, and her body took me like it had been put into existence for exactly this reason — exactly for me. She was soft everywhere I was hard, her breasts moving with every thrust, her thighs cradling my hips, her heels hooked behind me pulling me deeper. I got a hand under her ass and tilted her and found the angle that made her go silent — actually silent, mouth open, no sound coming out — and then I stayed on it, relentless, watching her lose every word she owned underneath me.
“Right there, huh?” I murmured against her ear. “Squeezing my cock like you don’t ever want me to leave.”
“Never — leave — “
“Not going anywhere.” I gripped the heavy flesh of her hips, my fingers digging in deep, knowing I was putting a bruise there to match the one on the other side. I rode her harder, my restraint breaking with every thrust. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done, little girl? Parading around in my shirt, knowingyou were wearing nothing beneath it. Asking to sleep, just fucking sleep, in my bed?” I slammed into her and stayed there. “This pussy is mine now — you hear me?”
“Yours —” No hesitation. It came out of her on a moan. “Garrick, I’m — I’m going to —”
I started the hammering pace again. “I’ve got you.”
One rough, deep thrust. Another. Then she clamped down on me in waves, crying out, her nails raking down my back, and the feel of her coming on my cock would have taken my legs out from under me if I’d been standing. I followed her over hard, spilling into her with her name torn out of me as the world fell away.
The mountain, the trees, the sound of the creek that I was always aware of. Gone, only silence. Then everything came floating back in. But this time it was her. The feel of her, soft and limp beneath me. Her wetness surrounding me. Her heartbeat against my chest, quick and unguarded, knocking like it wanted in.
She stirred. Turned her face into my neck. And into my skin, muffled and hoarse and entirely herself, she said, “So. The wood-splitting was false advertising.”
I lifted my head. “What?”
“You do not do everything at the same speed.”
The laugh came up out of me before I could stop it. A real one, a full one this time, still rusty from disuse — and she lit up underneath me like she’d won something, both hands coming up to feel it in my chest, greedy about it.
“That’s mine,” she said. “That laugh. I earned that one.”
I reluctantly pulled out of her. The only thing that kept me sane was knowing I would be back inside her very, very soon. I pulled her into my side, and she came eagerly, her cheek on my chest, her leg thrown over mine, her fingers tracing the scaralong my ribs. I knew I’d have to tell her things. Things about myself. My past. My future.
I looked down at her. Her eyes were already closed and her breathing was deepening.
Our future, I realized, and didn’t feel a moment of panic.
It was what I wanted. I’d kept this room empty, hell, my whole damn life empty. And all it had taken was pulling a water nymph from the river to fill it up.
“Garrick?”
“Mm.”
