Page 13 of Her Mountain Man Grump

“I’m glad you told me,” I tell her as we head back into the living room. “Means a lot that you trusted me with it. I’m just sorry you had to go through it in the first place.”

She smiles sadly, and I usher her onto the couch beside me. The sky outside is darkening, the temperature dropping fast, andI get a fire started in the hearth, filling the cabin with warmth. The firelight catches Emma’s hair, making it shimmer ruby red. I steal a glance at her as she leans back with a contented sigh. She’s wearing one of my sister’s summer dresses, pale blue and floaty. It’s a little tight on her, and I can’t help noticing the way her breasts strain against it, every curve visible beneath the fabric.

Fuck, she’s so pretty.

I want her more than ever. It’s like an ache. She just exposed the most vulnerable parts of herself to me, told me her deepest secrets, and now the walls she put up between us have crumbled to the ground. All that’s left is raw need, raging inside me like a wildfire every time I look at her.

“I’m so glad I met you, Brody,” she says, her gaze settling on me. “I feel like I’ve spent my whole life feeling scared, but ever since I met you…” She shrugs, her cheeks pinkening. “I don’t know…I just feel safer.”

We’re sitting so close that our thighs press together, the contact making my leg burn. Instinctively, I wrap my arm around Emma’s shoulders, holding her close.

“You don’t need to be scared ever again,” I tell her. “You’re safe with me.”

She smiles. “I know.”

Our faces are almost touching. I can see every freckle on her nose, every speck of gold in her warm brown eyes. My chest pounds, blood rushing in my ears. Nothing else exists for me but Emma. My gaze slides to her lips, pink and plump, begging to be kissed. In the back of my mind, I feel a remnant of my old fears—that I might spook her. That she might run. But fuck, it’s a chance I have to take. I can’t hold back any longer.

With a deep groan, I cup her cheek and kiss her hard, crushing my lips to hers. I tangle my free hand in her soft hair, clasping the back of her head. For a moment, she freezes. Thenshe relaxes against me, kissing me back with a moan that goes straight to my cock.

Goddammit, she’s too perfect to be real.

I slip my tongue between her plump lips, savoring her gasp of surprise. Something tells me this angel has never been kissed before, and the thought drives me wild. She flicks her tongue tentatively against mine, running her hands through my hair as our mouths meet hungrily.

Without breaking our kiss, I push her back against the couch, easing myself on top of her. My hands trail down her curvy body, squeezing her plump tits, swirling my thumbs over the hard buds of her nipples which poke through the fabric of her dress. She shudders beneath me, sighing against my mouth as I slide a hand farther down her body. I reach beneath the hem of her dress, brushing against her inner thighs, up and up…

“Fuck, you’re all wet for me,” I grunt, breaking our kiss as I run my fingers over her sodden panties.

Emma blinks up at me, her eyes wide. “Is that good?”

“Yes, sugar. It’s perfect.”

She bites her lip. Her hair fans out around her head like a fiery halo.

“I’ve never…” she says. “I mean…this is all new to me.”

“It’s new to me too.”

Her eyebrows lift. “You mean you’ve never…”

“No. Never met the right person.”

My sister was my priority growing up. Girlfriends were out of the question—I didn’t want anything to stop me being there for Celeste, protecting her from our parents’ shitty treatment. By the time she was grown, I’d gotten used to being alone, and finding a woman wasn’t something I cared about. But then I met Emma. As soon as I laid eyes on her, all those buried desires hit me at once. My body craves her, needs her in a way I’ve never experienced before.

I have to claim her.

Show her she’s mine.

With a surge of need, I push up Emma’s dress, bunching it up around her hips. Then I slide down her panties, tossing them to the floor. Her legs are pressed together, thighs clamped tight, and I lean down to kiss her forehead, trying to ease her nervousness.

“It’s okay, sugar.”

“What are you going to do?” she asks breathlessly.

“Taste you.” I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “Make you come.”

She shivers, her cheeks blushing the same color as her hair. But eventually, she lets her legs fall open to reveal her glistening pink folds.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” I mutter, my cock throbbing as I kneel on the floor and pull Emma to the edge of the couch. I hold her legs open and bury my face between them, running my tongue up her slit.

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