There's nothing tentative about this kiss. It's devouring, consuming, his beard rough against my skin as his tongue seeks entrance. I grant it willingly, moaning into his mouth as my fingers tangle in his hair.
He walks us backward until my spine meets the wall. One of his massive hands spans my waist while the other slides beneathmy thigh, hitching my leg around his hip. The position brings his hardness directly against the sensitive spot between my legs.
"Wanted you from the first moment," he growls against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Saw you standing in that clearing, soaking wet and beautiful, and thought:mine." He lifts me with embarrassing ease, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to his room. Outside, rain drums against the windows, but all I can focus on is the heat of his body against mine, the way his eyes devour me as he lays me on his bed.
Thorne's weight settles over me, delicious and overwhelming. Our clothes disappear in a frantic tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. His body is exactly as I imagined—hard muscle earned through labor and scattered with scars that tell stories of a life lived outdoors.
His hands are everywhere, leaving trails of fire across my skin. When he cups my breast, thumb circling the sensitive peak, I arch into his touch with a gasp.
"So responsive," he murmurs, replacing his thumb with his mouth. The wet heat of it sends a jolt straight between my thighs.
"Thorne," I moan, fingers digging into his shoulders. "Please."
"Please what?" He moves lower, his beard tickling my stomach as he places open-mouthed kisses down my body. "Tell me what you want, Dahlia."
"I want your mouth on me," I whisper, shocked by my own boldness. "Everywhere."
The wolfish grin he gives me is pure sin. "I intend to taste every inch of you."
True to his word, he kisses his way down my body until his shoulders push my thighs apart. The first stroke of his tongue against my pussy has me crying out, hips bucking off the bed. Heholds me down with one strong arm across my pelvis, using his free hand to spread me open for his mouth.
"So sweet," he growls against my most sensitive flesh. "Could taste you for hours."
He devours me like a man starved, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit until I'm a writhing mess beneath him. When he slides one thick finger inside me, then two, curling them to hit that perfect spot, I come.
"That's it," he urges as I shatter around his fingers, his mouth not letting up. "Come for me, beautiful."
Before I've fully recovered, he's moving up my body, positioning himself between my thighs. His cock presses against my entrance, thick and hot. He enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch is exquisite, borderline too much, yet not enough.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans, his face buried in my neck. "So tight around my cock."
I roll my hips experimentally, making us both gasp. "Please."
Thorne needs no further encouragement. He withdraws almost completely before driving back in, setting a pace that's just shy of gentle. Each thrust hits somewhere deep inside of me, setting every nerve on fire.
"Harder," I beg. "Harder! I won't break."
Something primal flashes in his eyes, and he adjusts our position, hooking my knee over his elbow to open me wider. The new angle has me crying out with each thrust.
"Touch yourself," he commands, voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Want to feel you come around my cock."
I slip my hand between us, finding where we're joined, feeling the slick evidence of my arousal as I circle my clit. His primal grunts, his thick length filling me and my fingers on my sensitive bundle of nerves quickly pushes me toward the edge.
"That's it," he encourages, his rhythm faltering as he watches me pleasure myself. "So fucking beautiful."
My second orgasm hits like a tidal wave, more intense than the first. I clench around him, crying out his name as pleasure pulses through every nerve ending. A moment later, he pushes deep with a primal groan, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes.
Outside, the rain continues to fall, but I barely notice it now. My mind is racing.
"What happens now?" I whisper, fear creeping in as reality reasserts itself. I have a business in Vancouver. A life. Responsibilities.
Thorne's arms tighten around me. "Don't know," he admits, his hand stroking my hair. "But I know I'm not ready to let you go."
Neither am I, I realize with startling clarity. Somehow, in the space of a day, this gruff mountain man has worked his way under my skin, into places I didn't know existed.
The promise in his words loosens something tight in my chest. Maybe this isn't the end. Maybe it's just the beginning. Outside, the rain begins to lighten.
six
