Page 16 of Her Mountain Man Rescuer

“What if somebody sees?” she asks, eyes wide.

“This waterfall is on my land. Private property. Nobody’s going to see a thing, sugar, except for me.”

Before she can respond, I tug down her panties, revealing her slick pink folds. Arousal seeps down her thighs, and the sweet, musky scent turns me feral. Hungry. I push her thighs apart and run my tongue across her slit, tasting her cream.

“Oh!”

The waterfall muffles her cry, but I feel her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling tight as I lick her pussy. She tastes so fucking good. I can’t get enough. Her juices soak my beard, her legs quivering around me as I worship her core, licking, tasting. I latch onto her clit, sucking on the swollen nub until she’s sobs for me, mewling with pleasure.

“Weston!”

Hearing her moan my name spurs me on, and I push two fingers against her dripping entrance, sliding them inside. Her warmth is tight as a vise around me, and I pump my fingers in and out, relishing the way her walls flutter around them. She’s getting close. I can feel her tightening, her muscles clenching in anticipation.

When she cries my name again, I hold her legs tight, groaning as she grinds her little pussy against my mouth. She draws out every spasm of pleasure, and when she’s spent, I slip my fingers out of her, gorging myself on her cream until my cock is ready to explode.

I need to be inside her.

I need to make her mine.

Audrey watches me, cheeks flushed as I straighten up once more.

“That was amazing,” she whispers, her body still shuddering.

“We’re just getting started, sugar.”

I scoop her into my arms, carrying her bridal-style through the woods, just like when I found her at the bottom of the slope. But things have changed since then. Audrey has completely taken over my brain, and I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I can’t hold back any longer. I don’twantto hold back. This curvy angel is mine, and I’m taking her straight to my bed to prove it.

7

AUDREY

I can hardly breatheas Weston hurries through the forest, holding me tight in his arms. His heart thuds against my ear, his body thrumming with an energy that is almost palpable. He wants this just as much as I do, and it sends a shiver through my body.

I can’t believe we just did that.

Nobody has ever made me come before or seen the most intimate parts of my body. But it felt so right with Weston. Heat rises to my cheeks when I think of his tongue probing between my legs, and I feel a throb of desire. I’m ready to go all the way with him. Right now, it doesn’t matter that I’m leaving tomorrow. It doesn’t matter that this is a bad idea. My deeper instincts have taken over, and all I care about is Weston claiming me, making me his.

We reach the cabin in no time, and he shoulders open the door, kicking it shut behind us as he carries me into his bedroom. It smells like him—spice and pine—and I breathe it in as he sets me down on the bed, towering over me with wild eyes.

This is really happening.

With shaky hands, I unbutton my coat and throw it to the floor, watching as Weston does the same with his flannel shirt.His thick torso is like a wall of muscle, and before I can remove my shirt, Weston does it for me, pulling it up over my head and fiddling with my bra. I help him unclasp it at the back, shrugging it off, exposing my naked breasts to his gaze.

“Dammit, Audrey, you’re so beautiful,” he grunts, his gaze roaming my chest as he pulls down my jeans and panties once more. I’m confident in my curves, but even so, I should feel vulnerable lying here like this. It’s my first time, after all. But I feel so safe with Weston. When his giant hands run over me, I relax against his touch, shuddering at the way he makes my skin tingle.

“Your turn,” I tell him, grabbing one of his hands and stopping it in its tracks. “I want to see you.”

Weston straightens up and unbuckles his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers in one quick movement. His huge cock springs free, thick and hard, just like the rest of him. Warmth pools between my legs, anticipation burning inside me as Weston clambers onto the bed, the springs creaking beneath his weight. His warm brown eyes never leave mine as he eases my legs apart, covering my body with his. I feel his hardness poke against my clit, the scent of musk and arousal filling the air as I wrap my arms around Weston’s neck, drawing him closer.

“You ready, sugar?” he asks, his voice husky.

“I’m ready.”

We stare at each other for a moment, breathing hard. Then he leans in to kiss me, his lips gentle despite the roughness of his beard. I feel his cock push inside me, inch by inch, filling me up until I can hardly breathe. It’s an overwhelming sensation—part pleasure, part pain—and Weston pulls back to look at me. The tenderness in his rugged features makes my heart squeeze.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“I’m okay.” I bite my lip, trying to get used to the feeling of him inside me. “It hurts a little, but it feels good, too.”

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