I stood up and shed my clothes. When I kicked my jeans away, my cock sprang free, thick and heavy, throbbing with a need that felt like it might snap my spine. I saw her eyes go wide as she looked at me, her gaze traveling over the sheer size of me.
I climbed onto the bed, pulling her under me. I was careful not to crush her, supporting my weight on my forearms so I could just worship her with my mouth. “I’m going to take my time, baby.”
I started at her throat, kissing the pulse point there, before moving down to her breasts. I took one heavy, soft mound in my hand, marveling at the weight of her, before taking her nipple into my mouth. I suckled deep, my tongue swirling around the hard nub, nipping at it, until she was whimpering, her hands clutching my hair. I did it to the other one. Then my touch got harder. I sucked one deeper into my mouth as my finger and thumb pinched the other one.
She gasped and pressed herself against me, silently asking for more. I gave it to her. Sucking, squeezing, pinching until she was breathing hard. She was so responsive, I was sure I could make her come like this. But that’s not what I wanted. Not this time.
“You’re so soft. So much woman.”
I moved lower, kissing the silky curve of her stomach, the dip of her navel. I reached her thighs and nudged them apart. She hesitated for a second, but I looked up at her, my gaze steady. “Let me, Poppy. I want to see you.”
She opened for me, and I felt a fresh wave of heat hit me. She was beautiful—a soft, pink flower surrounded by damp curls. I leaned in, the scent of her raw, female heat filling my senses. I used my thumbs to spread her pussy lips, revealing the tiny, hooded bud of her clit.
She gasped when my tongue first made contact. I licked her long and slow, from the bottom to the top, tasting her sweetness. She was already damp, but as I continued to worship her with my mouth, she started to melt. I slid two fingers inside her, testing her tightness, while my tongue flicked over her center in a steady, rhythmic pulse.
“Cord. Oh god,” she cried out, her hips jerking upward against my hand.
I didn’t stop. I wanted her to shatter. I wanted her first climax to be my name on her lips. I increased the pressure, my tongue and fingers working frantically until she let out a broken scream, her inner muscles clamping down on my fingers as she came.
I waited for her breathing to level out, kissing the insides of her thighs before I moved back up the bed. I guided the head of my cock to her entrance, feeling the intense heat of her against my tip. I was huge compared to her, a mountain of a man for a woman made of soft, inviting curves.
“Look at me, Poppy,” I commanded.
She opened her eyes, focusing on me as I slowly, agonizingly, began to push inside. I felt the resistance, the barrier of her innocence, and I gritted my teeth, my muscles shaking with the effort to stay slow when my body wanted to hammer home.
“It’s okay.” Her hands slid down to my lower back, pulling me in. “I want you. All of you.”
With one steady thrust, I seated myself deep inside her. The fit was so tight, so perfect, it felt like I’d finally found the place Iwas always meant to be. I went still for a beat, letting her adjust to the size of me, watching the way her dark hair spilled across my pillow.
“You’re mine now,.” The words a vow against her skin. “Every inch of you.”
I started to move—slow, deep strokes that made the bed groan. I watched her face, the way her eyes clouded with pleasure, the way she called my name. I leaned down, biting one nipple as I drove home. Over and over again.
She felt like heaven.
I felt her tightening around me again, her second climax building. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I increased the pace, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room as I took her, my cock throbbing with the need to mark her as mine forever.
“Cord,” she cried out.
I knew what she needed and I gave it to her. One, two more deep, hard thrusts and she was shattering again. Her inner muscles clenched around me so hard I couldn’t breathe. I let out a low, guttural roar, my own release exploding out of me, filling her as I collapsed against her soft, warm body.
The storm was still raging outside, but in here, the silence was finally peaceful. I tucked her against my side, her head on my chest, my hand resting on the curve of her hip. I’d spent my whole life thinking I was meant to be alone on this mountain.
I’d never been more wrong.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Poppy
I stood at the edge of the kitchen, clutching the sleeves of a flannel shirt that smelled so much like Cord it made my head swim. My body felt different—heavy, well-used.
There was a very smug part of me that wanted to high-five itself.
Every step I took was a reminder of what he’d done to me last night. The slight ache in my inner thighs and the tenderness of my breasts against the soft, worn fabric of his shirt were constant reminders that I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I’d been claimed by a mountain of a man, and the experience had shattered every idea I’d ever had about intimacy.
But as I watched him standing by the window, his broad shoulders blocking out the morning light, the old familiar dread began to creep in. I was a hotel manager from the city. I was the girl people relied on until they didn’t need a safety net anymore. I was the help, basically.
I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was waiting for him to turn around and tell me that last night had been an adrenaline-fueled mistake brought on by a storm and a broken greenhouse.
