Page 13 of How to Love a Mountain Man

Shae’s soft smile takes on a fiery edge. “Why? So we can bicker all night?”

“No. No bickering, I promise.” I lean in, brush my lips over hers. “Just lots of moaning and gasping each other’s names.”

Beneath my spread palms, I can feel the little shiver of anticipatory delight that rushes through her. “Ah. I see.”

“Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?”

“Um…I, uh…”

“Come on, Shae. Don’t make me get down on my knees and beg.”

She exhales a soft laugh. “I think you’ve already gotten down on your knees enough tonight.”

For a second, I’m not sure what she means—and then I do. “You mean when I proposed to you during the game?” I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face. “You really liked that, huh?”

“I—” Her cheeks go pink with embarrassment. “No, I was just—I didn’t mean?—”

“I liked it, too.” I slide a hand down to the hem of her skirt and ease it under. The insides of her thighs are so damn lush. “What size ring are you?”

The question—and the trajectory of my hands—makes her cheeks go even pinker. “Why?”

“Just curious.” I find the edge of her panties and dip my fingers beneath the thin fabric. Fuck me, she’s already soaked. “It’s the kind of information a man should know when he’s in love with a woman.”

“I’m a—um—seven, I think,” she stammers. “Maybe a—seven and a—half?”

I rub my fingers over her swollen clit, groaning at how wet she is. Touching her like this is almost enough to make me come in my pants.

“Oh,God,” Shae whimpers, shivering again as I stroke her. “Julian…”

“Can I lick you here?” I rasp.

She inhales a sharp breath. “Yes. You can do anything to me that you want.”

I kiss her mouth first, kiss it long and deep—and then I lay her on her back on my couch and push her dress up with feverish need. She lifts her hips as I yank down her panties, the scent of her pussy making me crazy with lust. But the taste of her—goddamn, thetasteof her. I can barely contain myself as I slide my tongue up and down her sweet cunt.

She’s so wet that she’s dripping onto my couch, and I don’t give a shit. All I care about is keeping her moaning like she is.

That’s it. Good girl. Come for me. Let me feel it against my tongue.

Shae’s hips buck against my mouth when she comes, paired with a cry of pleasure that I’m immediately, hopelessly addicted to. I lap her pulsing pussy until she reaches down and urges me up from beneath her beautiful thighs.

We’re both breathing hard as we pull her dress up over her head and get rid of her bra. My own clothes come off even faster. Then I’m settled between her thighs again, my cock thick and throbbing. I guide it to her pussy and push into her, and for a brief moment, everything goes blurry.Jesus Christ.

What brings me back is the press of Shae’s lips to mine. Her hips push up, begging for more. With a groan, I thrust deeper into her, and then deeper, driving into her with more force each time.

I don’t know how I last as long as I do. I don’t know how I even have the capacity to form a coherent syllable, let alone tell her how incredible she feels. But I do, and I keep giving her my everything until she comes for me again. And then I lose myself in the pleasure, too.

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SHAE

ELEVEN YEARS LATER

“But it needs to be by the creek!”

“The creek floods, Finn. Remember what happened to your fort last spring?”

“That was totally different. And it’s not my fault the rain was so crazy. Mom said it was the worst storm in like fifty years!”

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