Page 40 of Devoured By the Forbidden Mountain Man

I kept him close with one palm against his chest.

Before we went farther, I waited until his eyes met mine.

“I’m on the pill. I was tested after my last relationship. Everything was clear, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

Rex’s thumb moved once along my cheek. “I was tested in August. Clear, and there hasn’t been anyone since then.”

“I don’t want a condom.”

“Neither do I.”

The simple certainty in his answer made heat spread through me again. I kissed him and pressed my palm against his shoulder.

“Then get on the bed.”

His eyebrows rose, and I smiled.

“I’ve been taking orders from restaurants and murder mysteries all day. I’m choosing the next part.”

Rex lay back against the pillows without arguing, and I climbed over him.

The visual alone nearly distracted me from my plan. He looked even larger stretched across my bed, dark hair and silver at his temples against the pale pillow, broad chest rising beneath me.

His hands came naturally to my hips.

I caught his wrists and moved them higher to my waist.

“Stay there.”

The heat in his eyes deepened.

I positioned myself over him and took his cock in my hand.

The head brushed through my wetness, and my breath caught. Rex’s fingers flexed against my waist, but he let me set the pace.

I lowered myself slowly. The stretch stopped me after the first few inches. He was thick enough that I needed time to adjust, and the fullness sent a deep ache through me that was pleasure edged with challenge. I breathed and let myself soften around him.

Rex watched my face rather than where we were joined. “You okay?”

“Very.”

I lowered myself farther, taking him another inch before pausing again. His jaw tightened, and that did excellent things for my confidence.

When I finally sank all the way down, the sensation was so complete that I stayed there for several breaths with both hands braced against his chest.

Rex’s cock filled me deeply enough that every small movement registered. I rolled my hips experimentally, and his breath left him in a low rush. I did it again.

“Georgia.”

The way he said my name made me smile, and then I began to ride him.

At first I moved slowly, finding the angle and the delicious drag each time I lifted myself and sank back down. Rex’s hands stayed where I had put them until I leaned forward and kissed him.

He touched me everywhere after that. His palms moved over my back and hips. One hand cupped my breast while I rode him, thumb rubbing over my nipple until pleasure ran from my chest all the way to the place where his cock filled me.

The pace increased naturally. My hair fell around us. The old bed gave a faint creak beneath our movement. Outside, water dripped from the roof in an uneven rhythm that disappeared beneath our breathing.

I shifted my hips and found an angle that made my whole body tighten.