Page 22 of The Mountain Man's Runaway Bride

“I thought so.” I spread the opening in the flannel a bit wider. “Want to do something with that knowledge?”

Knox is on the floor with me before I get all the words out. His mouth is on mine. Our tongues duel. Our teeth clash. Our hot breath mingles, feeding the fires raging inside of us. It’s a kiss that’s as soul-stirring as it is toe-curling.

It’s no wonder.

Since the waterfall, we’ve both been walking around like tightly coiled springs ready to come undone at any moment. And while he’d made me come with his fingers twice at the falls, he’s refused to let me repay the favor.

Now there’s nothing standing in the way of us doing what has felt inevitable almost from the moment I ran into him at the airport.

Breaking the kiss so we can both draw a breath, Knox pushes the flannel from my shoulders. Letting it pool on the rug. His dark stare heats my skin as he hungrily looks me over.

“Fuck, Quincy.” He palms one of my breasts with his work-hardened hand. I instinctively arch against him. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He lowers his head to capture a nipple in his mouth. I buck up again, my insides scorching as he teases me with gentle nips from his teeth and tongue. My fingers slide into the back of his head, holding him as my entire body radiates with need.

One of his hands slides down my body, tracing my curves. Savoring me with his touch, as if I really am the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

I feel beautiful. I feel desired. I feel as if I belong here with him and his touch.

Every where his fingers trail, he leaves a path of pleasure. When he reaches the waist of my lacy panties, he tugs them down. His fingers find me, and he expertly strokes my pulsing nub.

“God, you’re so good at that,” I gasp.

His lips curve up against my breast. “Baby, you don’t know the half of it.”

He gives me a light push, and I lay on my back. Still fully dressed from his excursion out in the wilderness, he lowers himself between my thighs. There’s something so enticing about seeing us like this. Him clothed. Me bare as the day I was born. I can’t explain it. But it’s making me even hotter.

If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I might explode.

He presses a kiss against my inner thigh. His beard scrapes against the smooth skin. I clutch his shoulders. Holding on, unable to breathe, as he peppers his way upward until his mouth finds my core.

When his tongue finds me, I come undone. But he doesn’t let me down. He swirls and sips me, tasting me as if I’m a delicacy.

He moans against my pussy, the rumble vibrating inside me. It’s enough to push me over the edge.

I call out his name as he continues to torment me.

I can barely draw a thought as the last waves of pleasure rush over me and ebb away.

Lying on the ground, I gasp for breath. I’m vaguely aware of the sound of his belt buckle hitting the ground and of a zipper lowering. There’s a tear of foil.

Then he’s on me, his weight pleasantly nestled between my thighs. I open my eyes and stare into his rich brown eyes.

“Are you ready for me?”

I nod. “Make me yours.”

With a single thrust, he’s inside of me. I cry out as he groans, holding himself steady to allow me time to adjust to his size.Once I’m ready, I start to move against him, urging him to join me.

He’s so thick. So hard. He’s everything I could want.

As we move together in a dance that’s our own, I slide my fingers into his hair again and pull his mouth to mine. We kiss again. Disappearing into each other.

I feel the familiar tug of desire building inside of me again. When I make a groan of pleasure, he angles his hips to find the spot again. He hits it, harder. Stronger.

My insides begin to quake again, gripping his cock. Milking it. This time, I take him with me over the edge of pleasure. We’re both making sounds I’ve never heard. They only make me want him more.

My orgasm consumes me, and with a final shout, I find my completion. He thrusts inside me once more, until he finds his own release.

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