Page 83 of Entangled with a Mountain Man

Kenzie pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine. "And now?"

I take a deep breath. "Now I'm terrified of what this means, of what could happen. But I know I want you here. With me. With us."

A smile breaks across Kenzie's face, bright enough to chase away the shadows. "That's all I needed to hear," she says, pulling me in for another kiss.

I melt into her, savoring the sweet taste of her lips, the intoxicating scent.

The kiss quickly deepens, desire stirring in the pit of my stomach. I reach for her, lifting her until she straddles my lap.

Her arms loop around my neck, and I groan as her heat presses against my throbbing cock. Her breath hitches, a soft moan escaping her lips as she grinds against me.

"I want you," she whispers, her fingers threading through my hair.

"You've got me," I reply, capturing her lips in another hungry kiss.

She whimpers as my hands find her hips, guiding her movement.

"I need you, Everett," she gasps.

"I'm yours," I growl, nipping at her bottom lip.

She reaches between us, freeing my aching cock.

"Fuck...," I groan as she sinks onto me, taking me inch by glorious inch.

"So, fucking good," she moans, her eyes fluttering closed.

Her head falls back, her twists cascading down her back. I move to push up her nightshirt and recognize it. It's one of mine.

My fingers trail up the soft, exposed skin of her stomach, the fabric bunched high, and I take her bud in my mouth. Sucking, tugging, and grazing it with my teeth.

"I don't know what I did right in this life, but whatever it was, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"For giving you to me."

She wraps her hands around the back of the couch, caging me in, riding me. I grip her hips, thrusting upward, filling her over and over.

Her pussy is tight and warm, clenching around my cock. I grunt, burying my face in her chest, my tongue darting out to tease her nipple.

She grinds against me, her hips rolling, taking all of me.

"You feel so good, baby," I grunt, slipping my hand between us.

I press my thumb to her clit, circling the swollen bud.

"Yes," she moans, her nails dig into my shoulders.

The slight sting only heightens my pleasure, and I thrust harder, faster. Forgetting about my bruised ribs.

Her body moves above mine, in a perfect rhythm, and the room starts spinning.

"That's it," I grunt, my balls tightening, the pressure building.

"Yes," she moans, her breath ragged, her pussy clenching around my cock.

"Come for me, Kenz," I growl, my thumb rubbing her clit.

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