Page 15 of Her Mountain Rescuer

I groan and kiss her again. She shifts towards me and the sleeping bag slips down, baring her breasts to the morning light.

Good god, she’s perfection.

I trail my fingers down her collarbone, between her breasts, then trace the heavy undersides. “So many mornings ahead to look forward to.”

She grins again, and then shakes her head. “How is this real? It just feels…”

I lean forward and kiss along her jaw. “I know. I feel the same way. But trust me, Hails. It’s real. We’re real. I meant everything I said last night.”

“So did I.” She tips her head to the side, giving me more access to her delicious neck, and she moans softly when I suck on the sensitive spot just below her ear.

“Good,” I growl, and then start kissing down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts. I glance up at her, our eyes meeting as I take her nipple into my mouth. She arches into me, saying my name on a breathy sigh.

I will never get tired of hearing her say my name like that.

I suck and kiss her pink nipple, teasing it until it’s a hard peak against my tongue. Then I turn my attention to the other nipple and give it the same treatment, licking and sucking untilshe’s writhing beneath me, pretty little moans falling from her lips.

I love how responsive she is. How eager and sweet. How innocent yet desperate.

I kiss my way back up to her mouth, where she kisses me hungrily. “Beau, please,” she pants against my mouth, her hips moving.

I pull back, arching an eyebrow and smiling playfully at her. “What is it, sweet girl?”

She giggles. “What do you think?”

“That you want something?” I tease, pinching one of her nipples. She squeals and laughs, then rakes her fingers through my beard.

“Tease.”

I laugh and kiss the tip of her nose. “C’mon. Let’s get dressed and have something to eat. We need some energy if we’re going to hike out of here.” I frown, remembering. “How’s your ankle?”

She frowns too, and I can tell she’s assessing. “Sore, but I think it’s just twisted. If we keep it wrapped up and go slow, I should be okay.”

I kiss her forehead. “I’ll carry you if you need me to. I don’t mind.”

Something soft and sweet flickers in her eyes, and she slides her arms around me. “I just want to stay here.”

“I know, but we can’t. Technically we’re trespassing. And I don’t care if I get in trouble, but I don’t want that for you.”

I manage to haul myself up off the floor, my body reminding me that I’m forty-six and sleeping on the floor is idiotic. I stretch as Hailey devours me with her eyes, her gaze raking over my chest, my stomach, my cock, my thighs.

“You keep looking at me like that, we might never leave this cabin,” I say, heading towards my pack.

She laughs. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Beau Cameron.”

I laugh too as I dig out clothes for us to wear. I pull out a flannel shirt and pass it to Hailey to wear. I watch as she sits up and slides it on over her bare skin, and I have to stifle a groan at how much I like seeing her in my clothes. She stands, stretching, and even with her arms high overhead, the material still hits her mid-thigh. I huff out a breath and force myself to stop staring before I get too distracted to get us moving.

“Come here. I want to re-wrap your ankle,” I say once I’ve got a shirt and pants on and she’s tugged her ripped leggings back on. She nods and walks tentatively over to the couch. She’s limping, but not badly enough that I’m worried it’s broken. Carefully, I unravel the Tensor bandage and probe at her ankle. She winces slightly when I rotate it, but the swelling is almost gone, and there’s no bruising. “I think it’s just twisted, Hails. Hurts, I know. But no serious damage done.” I can feel her eyes on me as I wrap her ankle back up, a bit tighter than before to give her some support for the hike out. “Here, these should give you a bit more cushioning,” I say, pulling a pair of thick wool socks out of my pack.

“Thanks,” she says, taking them and pulling them on over her feet. Christ, even that’s turning me on. How can she be so cute and sexy at the same time? It drives me insane.

Once we’re both dressed, I return to my pack, rummaging through it for some food. I find a couple of protein bars and two pouches of instant coffee. Not exactly the breakfast of champions, but it’ll do.

I glance over to see Hailey working on rolling up the sleeping bag, her hair tousled, my shirt wrapped around her, and I feel that same swelling sensation in my chest again.

I heat some water over the remnants of the fire for our coffee, and then pass one of the metal camp cups to her. “I’m sorry Idon’t have any milk and cinnamon to make your coffee the way you like.”

She smiles at me. “You know how I like my coffee?”

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