“Yes,” she arched up into me, her fingers digging into my shoulders, “please.”
I kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring everything I couldn’t say into the press of my mouth against hers.
Then I pulled back just enough to lift her sweater over her head, revealing the simple cotton bra beneath. She reached back and unhooked it herself, letting the straps slide down her arms, and the sight of her bare breasts in the firelight made my mouth go dry.
She was beautiful. Soft and full, her nipples already peaked from the cold, or from arousal, or maybe a mix of both. I lowered my head and took one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened bud while she gasped and arched beneath me.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me close as I worshipped her, moving from one breast to the other, learning what made her moan and what made her writhe.
“Jameson,” she breathed, and hearing my name on her lips in that wrecked voice was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
This was a mistake of catastrophic proportions, but I couldn’t make myself stop.
Even though I’d lived without a woman in my life for years, I suddenly felt like I couldn’t let her go, not until I’d explored every mystery about Leah, found every hidden chamber tucked deep in her heart. I wanted to know everything about this woman.
I kissed my way down her stomach, taking my time, savoring every inch of her soft skin.
This might be temporary.
It might be nothing more than two lonely people finding comfort in each other on a dark, stormy night, but right now it wasreal. She wasreal, warm and wanting beneath my hands, and I intended to make the most of every single moment we had together.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and tugged them down along with her underwear.
She lifted her hips to help me. The firelight painted her skin in shades of gold and amber as I settled between her thighs, spreading them wider to make room.
She was already wet for me, glistening in the dim light, and the sight made my cock throb painfully against the confines of my pants. I lowered my head and dragged my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke, savoring the taste of her arousal. She cried out and her hips bucked up against my mouth, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the bear pelt beneath us.
I licked her again, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, and she made the most beautiful sounds, little whimpers and moans that went straight to my cock. I slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that spot that made her back arch off the bed while I continued to work her clit with my mouth.
“Please,” she gasped, her hands fisting in my hair. “Jameson, please, I need to feel you…”
That was a request I could fulfill. I pulled back, kissing my way up her body as I fumbled with the button of my pants. I shoved them down just far enough to free my cock and crawled over her, bracing myself on one arm while I positioned myself at her entrance.
“Are you sure you want this?” I growled, teasing the tip of my cock through her slick folds, coating myself in her wetness without pushing inside. I needed to hear her say it. I needed to know she wanted this as badly as I did.
She moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist, trying to pull me closer. “Yes. Please,yes.”
I pushed forward slowly, watching her face as I sank into her inch by inch. She was tight and hot and so fucking wet. And the sensation of her body gripping my cock nearly undid me right there. Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted in a soundless gasp as I bottomed out inside her.
I held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust and giving myself time to regain some semblance of control.
Then I began to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with a slow, deep stroke that made us both groan. I set a steady rhythm, each thrust driving deeper, and the small bed creaked beneath us in time with our movements.
Chapter 7
Leah
Have you ever been fucked by a mountain man? They’re not like normal men, as I soon discovered.
Jameson drove into me with a relentless rhythm that left no room for thought, no space for doubt or second-guessing.
Each thrust pushed me deeper into the straw mattress, the old wooden frame groaning in protest beneath us while the storm raged outside. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, angling me up to meet him, and the new position let him nudge a spot deep inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
Lightning split the sky outside the window, illuminating his face above me for a brief, brilliant moment. His jaw was clenched tight, his blue eyes dark with desire, and the cords of muscle in his neck stood out as he fucked me with single-minded intensity.
Thunder cracked so loud the walls shook, but I barely noticed because Jameson chose that exact moment to shift his angle and drive even deeper.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my nails raking down his back. “Don’t stop, Jameson, don’t stop.”
