Page 12 of Her Mountain Man Veteran

God, there’s just something about this man…

“Celeste.” He says my name like a question in that deep, growly voice.

“Hi,” I say weakly. “I…I got your note.” My breath hitches, but I force myself to continue. “I know it’s weird for me to show up like this, but I…I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow. Because, well…I’ve been thinking about you, too. And I thought tonight would be a good time to?—”

But I never finish my sentence. Before I can say another word, Dane’s hand cups my cheek. I catch a flash of his amber eyes, his parted lips as he bends down, and then his mouth is on mine, raw and hungry. A shudder runs through me as his tongue slides between my lips, the taste of whisky filling my mouth as I moan against him. He grips me tight, pulling me over the threshold and closing the door behind us, never once breaking our kiss. He pushes me against the closed door, my back flat against the wood. I can’t move. All I can do is surrender myself to him…and it feels so right.

This is happening.

It’s really happening.

Dane’s tongue slides against mine, lips bruising, hands tangling through my hair as our frustration bubbles to the surface, hot and inevitable. I kiss him back hard, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. Desire pools between my thighs as our bodies press together. I can feel Dane’s cock poking against my stomach, straining against his jeans, and it sends a thrill of pleasure up my spine knowing that it’s because of me.

“Fuck,” Dane murmurs between kisses, his breath hot on my lips. “You have no idea how much I want you, Celeste. No fucking idea.”

I’m too breathless to speak, too overwhelmed by the feel of him, the taste of him. So I answer by pulling him closer, my body begging him for more as our mouths move desperately and the world dissolves around us.

8

DANE

I’ve wantedto kiss Celeste since I met her. But damn, the reality is so much better than I could have imagined. I thread my fingers through her light-gold hair, breathing hard as I savor her warm mouth. She tastes sweeter than cherry pie, her soft tongue flicking against mine, and it feels like my heart will burst out of my damn rib cage as she moans softly.

Fuck.

My cock is pulsing, every nerve in my body screaming with need as I pull off Celeste’s jacket and lead her away from the door, toward the couch. She lies back, looking so damn pretty in the blue summer dress from earlier, and I settle on top of her, my hands roaming her curves. Every inch of her is soft and pliant, begging to be touched. I run my hands over her plump tits, her wide hips, reaching beneath her dress as I brush kisses up her neck.

My fingers press against her wet panties, and she gasps, her body jerking beneath mine. I know I shouldn’t rush this…shouldn’t move too fast…but fuck, I need her. I pull up her dress, swallowing hard. Her thighs are sticky with arousal, glistening in the firelight, and I reach for the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs. My gaze flits up to her face as I toss them aside. She looks so fucking pretty, watching me wide-eyed as I get off the couch and kneel on the floor in front of her.

“I need to taste you.” My voice comes out in a deep growl. “Open your legs for me, sugar.”

She sucks in a breath, blinking at me before she says, “I’ve…never done this before, Dane.”

It sounds almost like an apology, and I lean down to kiss her soft lips.

“I haven’t either,” I tell her, pulling back. “Never been with anybody before. But I need you, Celeste. So fucking badly.”

“Me too.” Her voice is barely a whisper as she slowly lets her legs fall open, breathing hard. My mouth goes dry as I feast my eyes on her pretty pink folds, already slick with juices. I can smell her sweet musk, the heady scent turning me feral as I lean in, running my tongue up her slit. She gasps, hands tugging at my hair as I worship her pussy.

Fuck yes.

She tastes syrupy sweet and so damn good. I can’t get enough, and I dip my tongue hungrily inside her, relishing her mewls of pleasure.

“Oh, Dane!”

The way she says my name spurs me on, my cock hard as rock as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth. She bucks her hips, letting out a shaky cry, but I hold her down, forcing her to take every second of pleasure. With two fingers, I push inside her, and her warmth clamps around me like a vise.

Fuck, she’s so tight.

My cock twitches with anticipation as I pump my fingers in and out, sucking harder on her clit until she’s squirming against me. I can tell she’s getting close. She’s grabbing wildly at my hair, her cries mingling with the crackle of the fire as her pussy starts to throb.

“Dane!”

She comes undone for me, panting hard as her core pulses around my fingers. I slide them out of her, replacing them with my tongue and lapping up every drop of her sweet cream.

Mine.

She’s all mine.

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