Page 10 of Charmed By the Mountain Man

His firm fingers massage up my inner thighs. My skin tingles everywhere he touches me, leaving my head spinning. His thumb traces slowly through my crease as I shiver, hips twisting. It's not a tickle, but a feather light sensation that touches my body and soul at the same time.

My gasps fill the bedroom as Hux leans in and drags his mouth against my open pussy with a rough kiss. "Don't think you need to be quiet," he groans against my skin. "I want to hear every single sexy sound you make, Angel."

There's an intense spark in his eyes. If I didn't know how sweet and gentle he really was, it would almost look dangerous.

The next time I moan from the feel of his lips sliding against my flesh, he gives a quick nod and grins before his warm tongue slides through my folds, opening me up slowly, hitting every sensitive spot. He finds my button easily, focusing his attention on it as soon as I begin to pant. His tongue flattens, grazing slowly over the spot again and again until I feel a twisting and tightening in my lower belly.

I can't quite pull in a full breath as my thighs tighten around his shoulders. Much as I want to, I can't fist his hair and pull him closer. Maybe this is why he wanted to keep my wrists bound.

"Delicious," he mutters, his lips shiny with my juices. He seems to love it, digging in again. I quiver and gasp as his tongue plunges into me several times. Then he slides in a finger instead, returning his tongue to my clit as he laps it over and over. His free hand scoops up my butt, tilting me so he can lick harder.

It's all-consuming. Fiery. Wildly intense.

As every muscle begins to contract, a flash of amusement dances in his eyes. He's clearly delighted that I'm about to come. Does he know that he's my first? Does that add fuel to the fire for him?

My thighs splay open, a rush of heat flooding my entire body as I cry out. My spine curls, pitching me forward, and I clutchthe sides of his head, our eyes locking as I shake and quiver helplessly, my soaking pussy tightening around his finger in rhythmic bursts.

The world blurs, then I collapse back onto the bed in a wave of orange sparkling heat, as if my blood were fizzing with lust.

"Easy, Angel." Hux takes hold of my hands, removing them from his head and placing them at my side. He wraps the blanket around me, cuddling my naked body against him. “Wow. You have no idea how gorgeous you are when you come."

"I…" I can't make sense of all these feelings. Like we're connected. Like we were meant to be.

…But also like I'm afraid of anything that goes this smoothly.

My hand skims slowly down his chest until I reach his belt, but he grabs my wrist.

"That is one hundred percent off the menu tonight," he says with a chuckle. "But you’re staying so I can make you breakfast in the morning, right?"

I blink. He only wants to pleasure me for now? "Sure."

A few minutes later, Hux slides into bed with me, wearing boxer briefs that leave precious little to the imagination. It's not just the massive bulge in the front. It's the toned ass. Muscular thighs. Every part of him is the rugged mountain man I imagined.

Snuggling into his thick arms, I fall asleep almost immediately, wondering if tomorrow we can explore a bit more.

Oh, who am I kidding? Alotmore.

8

HUXLEY

Ialways thought my coffeemaker was pretty quiet. Now, as I tiptoe around the kitchen while trying not to wake up Willa, the gurgles and hums seem impossibly loud in the otherwise silent house.

I love having her here. It feels…significant. Like our lives are just starting to line up, showing the potential of a future together.

Staring at the trees outside the window, I replay the events of last night. Devouring Willa while not allowing her to touch me also felt meaningful. Showing her without words that she is always going to come first – I groan inwardly at the unintended pun – in my life.

She’s going to be the highlight of my every day. The person I think of while falling asleep every night. The one that I’ll always put ahead of everything else.

I’ve never thought of myself as a particularly romantic man, but now I can’t stop thinking about the tornado in my soul springing from every single kiss, and how I want to help her collect beach glass here forever.

The second the coffee is ready, I pour myself a mug, slip on my stretched-out old loafers, and stroll into the back yard. Refilling the two bird feeders – one seed, one nectar – only takes a few minutes, and by the time I’m done, Willa is walking outside with her own mug.

The early morning sun brings out every blonde highlight in her messy hair. Her fair skin practically glows, and her eyes flash with amusement.

Hearing a familiar whirr, I freeze in place instead of rushing to her. Turning my head extremely slowly, I catch a hummingbird enjoying some nectar right behind me. A few moments later, a sparrow hops onto the seed feeder, looks me up and down, then begins munching away.

Willa giggles quietly as I swivel my head slowly back to her. The ruby-throated hummingbird darts away from the feeder, hovering just over my shoulder. It looks back and forth between the two of us, then goes back to drinking.

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