Page 12 of Adored By the Mountain Man

Harlan lays me down on the blanket, the flames of the fire flickering over his face.

“Harlan. Don’t stop,” I whisper, my body trembling with pure need.

“I’ve got you,” he says as his mouth finds mine again. “And I’m never letting go.”

Chapter Six

Harlan

Callie’s breathtaking. Every curve, every dip of her body, every whimper… Her eyes catch mine, and I see everything I want reflected in them. Need. Longing. Love. We’re both so full of this desperate hunger that neither of us even notices the chill in the air.

My hands move with a mind of their own, tracing the edge of her shirt, desperate to pull it off and feel her bare skin against mine. I pull it over her head and throw it on the pine-covered ground next to our blanket. She shivers.

“You okay? Not too cold?”

“I’m burning up with need, Harlan. Shut up and get naked,” she says with a mischievous grin.

I shrug off my jacket and shirt without breaking eye contact, swallowing the lump in my throat as she does the same. She’s right. The cold mountain night doesn’t stand a chance against the fire burning between us.

I desperately pull off my pants, and she does the same. Layer after layer comes off, and when that final piece of fabric falls away, she’s completely bare. My breath catches in my throat like someone’s punched me in the gut. Fucking hell, she’s… a goddess. I can’t tear my eyes away from her. I drink in every inch, and my gaze lands on her breasts. The swell of her nipplesmakes my mouth water. I can’t wait to close my mouth over them and hear her gasp my name as she begs for more.

My eyes drift lower, tracing the skin of her waist to the curve of her hips. Her thighs are thick and strong, begging to be touched. Begging to be pushed apart. It feels like her every curve, every inch of skin, is screaming at me.Take me. Claim me. I’m lost in the raw hunger of wanting her, in the desperate, possessive ache that’s been building since the moment I saw her.

She’s mine. And I’m done holding back. I’m claiming her and giving myself to her. All of me for her. All of her for me.

I can’t thank my former self enough for opening the door when she showed up, begging for help. If I’d let her drive away that day, I would never have known how it felt to be complete. Wouldn’t have found the missing piece of my soul.

“Callie,” I breathe her name like a prayer. “I love you.”

The words slip out before I can stop them, and for a split second, panic flares in my chest. Too soon. Too fast. Too much.

But Callie’s face transforms as she smiles. “I love you too,” she whispers. “God, Harlan, I love you too.”

It’s then I know,reallyknow, that she’s The One.

I lower myself over her and kiss her. I’m hyperaware of the softness of her breasts against my chest and my hard dick grazing her skin. I let my hands roam, unsure of where to touch her first. But I take my time because I know she’s not going anywhere. I have that luxury with this woman.

Mywoman.

The thought makes me grin with happiness.

Callie arches an eyebrow, looking concerned. “What’s wrong? Why are you grinning?”

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is just right. I was smiling because I realized you’re truly mine. And I’m going to spend all night showing you what that means.”

“Promise?” she asks, her eyes dark with desire.

Instead of answering, I dip my head and swipe my tongue down her neck to her collarbone. She arches beneath me, her hands grasping my hair while soft moans escape her lips. Her sighs of pleasure spur me on. I travel the treasure map that is her body until my mouth closes over a hard nipple.

“Harlan,” she whimpers.

I flick her left with my tongue while kneading her right breast with my hand. Her hips shift slightly, and the slick heat of her pussy presses against my thigh. With every flick of my tongue, I can feel her getting wetter and wetter.

“Fuck, Callie, you’re soaked. You’re making a mess on me already. I love it.” I rasp.

She whimpers and arches her back even further, offering me more. Offering meeverything. I take her nipple deeper into my mouth and suck. I roll my tongue in slow, hungry circles, and she shudders beneath me. Her thighs fall open as if they’re inviting me in.

I trail one hand down her stomach, over the softness of her belly, all the way down to her slick pussy. Shit, she’s drenched, and I can’t wait to be inside her.

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