Page 16 of Seduced By the Mountain Man

"Shut up," I growled against her skin. "Just feel."

And she did. Her head fell back against the wall, giving me better access as I trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat to the swell of her breasts. My hands slipped under her tank top, finding bare skin, hot and smooth beneath my palms.

"Take it off," she demanded, and I obeyed, yanking the fabric up and over her head to reveal a simple black bra that still somehow managed to be the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

"Fuck, Dee," I groaned, cupping one breast through the thin material. "You're perfect."

"Less talking," she ordered, her hands already tugging at my shirt. "More touching. Please."

I stepped back just long enough to strip off my shirt before crushing her to me again, the feel of her bare skin against mine sending electricity crackling down my spine. Her hands roamed my chest, nails scraping lightly over my nipples, making me hiss with pleasure.

I reached behind her to unhook her bra, revealing those perfect breasts I'd dreamed about for months. My mouth found one peaked nipple, tongue circling before sucking hard enough to make her cry out.

"Jace, please," she moaned, her hands fumbling with my belt. "I need you now."

I caught her hands, pinning them against the wall above her head. "Not yet. I've waited too long for this to rush."

Keeping her wrists trapped in one hand, I traced the other down her body, over the swell of her breast, across the flat plane of her stomach, to the waistband of her shorts. I popped the button one-handed, sliding the zipper down with deliberate slowness that made her squirm.

"You're teasing," she accused, breathless.

"I'm savoring," I corrected, slipping my hand into her shorts, past the barrier of her panties, to find her already wet and wanting. "Christ, you're soaked."

Her hips bucked against my hand as I slid one finger through her folds, circling her clit with just enough pressure to drive her crazy without giving her release.

"More," she demanded, straining against my grip on her wrists.

I added a second finger, pushing slowly into her heat, feeling her clench around me as I found that perfect spot inside her. Her eyes fluttered closed, mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

"Look at me," I commanded, crooking my fingers in a way that made her whole body shudder. "I want to see you when you come."

Her eyes snapped open, dark with desire, meeting mine as I worked her with my fingers, my thumb circling her clit in rhythm with my thrusts. Her breathing became more ragged, hips moving desperately against my hand.

"That's it," I encouraged, pressing harder. "Let go for me, Dee."

She came with a shattered cry, her inner walls pulsing around my fingers, her entire body trembling. I released her wrists to wrap my arm around her waist, supporting her through the aftershocks.

Before she could fully recover, I was yanking her shorts and panties down her legs, my own following quickly after. I lifted her again, her back against the wall, positioning myself at her entrance.

"You're so fucking wet for me," I groaned, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick folds.

She responded by wrapping her legs tighter around my waist, drawing me closer. "Stop teasing," she demanded, reaching between us to guide me to her entrance.

With one powerful thrust, I was inside her.

"Fuck," I growled, the tight heat of her nearly undoing me on the spot. "You feel so good."

She answered by clenching around me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. "Move," she commanded.

I did, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm that had her gasping with each thrust. The boathouse filled with the sounds of skin against skin, our ragged breathing, and the occasional clatter of equipment as the force of our movements shook the racks.

"Harder," she demanded, and I complied, bracing one hand against the wall for leverage, the other gripping her ass, angling her just right to hit that perfect spot with each thrust.

I could feel her beginning to tighten around me again, her second orgasm building. "That's it, baby," I encouraged, my own release coiling tight at the base of my spine. "Come for me again."

She did, her head thrown back in abandon, my name a broken cry on her lips as she shattered around me. The sight of her coming undone was enough to send me over the edge, my hips stuttering as I followed her into bliss, burying my face in the crook of her neck to muffle my shout.

For long moments afterward, we stayed locked together, panting, bodies slick with sweat, neither willing to break the connection. Finally, reluctantly, I lowered her to her feet, steadying her when her legs threatened to give out.

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