Page 16 of Mountain Man's Summer Drift
He held my gaze for a beat, then pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion. The sight stole my breath. Black ink swirled across his broad chest and down his ribs. His body was powerful—shoulders wide, stomach ridged and hard from real work. I pressed my palm to his chest and felt his heart pounding as wildly as mine.
He climbed off the rock, unbuckled his belt, and shoved his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and rock-hard, the flushed head already glistening. He was bigger than I’d imagined, pulsing with need. A fresh wave of heat flooded between my legs.
I reached for him. He let me pull him down onto the blanket, then covered me with his body, keeping most of his weight on his forearms. The heat of his bare skin against mine was addictive. His thick cock rested hot and heavy against my stomach as he kissed me, slowly and deeply.
“Sunnie,” he breathed against my lips. “I’m going to be careful with you.”
He reached between us and stroked my soaked folds, circling my still-sensitive clit with his fingers until I was whimpering and lifting my hips, aching for more.
“Now,” I gasped. “Ross, please—now.”
He positioned himself at my entrance and pressed forward—slowly, carefully, stretching me open inch by inch. The initial burn was sharp, but I breathed through it, and the pain melted into a deep, breathtaking fullness. When he finally sank all the way in, we both groaned. I felt impossibly full, every thick inch of him throbbing inside my tight heat.
He stayed still, arms shaking with restraint, watching my face. “You okay?”
“Move,” I whispered.
He did—long, slow thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot deep inside me. The stretch turned into delicious friction, and the friction turned into liquid heat. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. He shifted his angle and slipped his hand between us, his thumb finding my swollen clit again with perfect pressure.
The coil inside me wound tighter, faster this time. My walls fluttered and clenched around his thick length, gripping him rhythmically. Heat flooded my core. My breath turned into desperate little cries as the pleasure built higher and higher.
“Ross—I’m?—”
“Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you come again.”
His words, combined with his deep thrusts and steady circles on my clit, pushed me over the edge. The second orgasm slammed into me even harder than the first. Pleasure shattered outward from my core in a violent wave. My pussy spasmed around him, milking him in powerful, rhythmic pulses as I came with a raw cry against his shoulder.
Only when my orgasm finally started to fade did Ross let himself go. His thrusts grew erratic and deeper. A low, guttural groan tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing hot and strong inside me while he held me tight against him.
We stayed locked together, panting, trembling, skin slick with sweat, hearts hammering in sync.
The river moved past.
After a long minute, he lifted his head and looked down at me. His hair was damp at the temples. His eyes were soft in a way I hadn’t seen yet.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You’re sure.”
“Yes.”
“Sunnie.”
“Yes.”
He didn’t say anything for a beat. He just looked at me.
“I’m in love with you,” he said.
I went still.
He didn’t take it back. He didn’t try to soften it. He just held my eyes and let it sit there between us, on a rock by a river in the middle of an afternoon I was never going to forget.
“I know it’s fast,” he said. “I know it sounds insane. I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t. I’m telling you because it’s true, and I’m not going to let you walk out of this thinking it wasn’t.”
I reached up and put my hand on the side of his face. “I love you too,” I said.
