Page 19 of Marked by the Mountain Man

“Oh, Hudson,” I whimper, forcing myself to watch even though I want to squeeze my eyes shut and devolve into pure feeling.

“Because I’m big, Hadleigh. And I’m pierced, so I need you wet and messy.”

“God,” I exclaim, cheeks glowing. “And I’m a virgin.”

His eyes dart to mine, incredulous. “A what?”

“A virgin,” I whisper. “Is that a problem?”

“Not for me, but do you really want me to be your first? I don’t want to rush you into?—”

“You wouldn’t be my first, Hudson,” I interrupt. “You would be my only.” I stare at him, waiting for the words to sink in and his countenance to betray alarm. I’ve had this conversation with men before. It never goes well.

But Hudson’s face doesn’t cloud with fear and doubt. His expression doesn’t harden and go cold. Instead, his eyes meet mine, his hand palming my cheek as he says emphatically, “Your first, your last, and your everything in between. That’s what I want, too, Hadleigh.”

I blink slowly.Did I hear him right?Warmth enflames my heart, like my chest is on fire. Never have I wanted another human being more, longing far beyond the mere physical. I need connection with him, profound, unshakeable, soul-binding.

His wicked fingertips slide up and down my outer thighs, leaving fiery trails of desire. “I’m clean. But I don’t have any condoms. I know you’re a virgin. But are you on birth control by chance?”

“No, but I’m clean.”

“I need your total honesty, Hadleigh. If I fuck you and put a baby in your belly, are you going to hate me?” he asks, lips gliding and sliding along my inner thigh. My body hums, my head so foggy I have to concentrate to understand his question.

“Are you going to be my man and take care of your responsibilities?” I ask. I don’t want to break the moment. But I am so over guys who want sex without the commitment, complications, or real potential of a baby.

“In forty-two years, no woman has ever made me feel the way you do. You have me, Hadleigh, for the long haul. I want every fucking thing with you. Waking up next to you in the morning, falling asleep with you at night. Living together, learning you inside and out, making you happier than you’ve ever dreamed of. Being there for you when you need me …always. And never letting you or our children down.”

“Then, why did you call it fucking?” I ask, knitting my forehead.

He shrugs. “Old habit.”

“Old habits die here,” I say softly.

“You want me to make love to you, Hadleigh? Is that it?” Hudson asks, his voice dark and rich.

“I want you to claim me. Make me yours.”

His face flushes, warmth dancing in his gaze.

“And I don’t want you to be afraid of anything that comes with sex … even breeding. That’s why I’ve waited to have sex all these years. Because I want a man who can handle me and a family. Not some immature tool who hides behind condoms and runs at the first plus sign on a pregnancy test.”

“So, part of the turn-on of sex for youisbreeding?” He growls, licking his lips.

“Some people call it a kink. I call it nature. I want kids, Hudson. I want a family. I don’t have time to fuck around with immature men who aren’t ready for that, no matter how sexy they may look or how well they can get me off. And yes, I can’t think of anything that gets me hotter or wetter than the thought of you balls-deep breeding the hell out of me.”

“Oh, fuck,” he chuckles, resting his head against the inside of my thick thigh and catching my gaze with his smoldering eyes. “Did you really just say that?”

I nod, pressing my lips firmly together to suppress the whimper that captures my throat. I want this man with every fiber of my being. But these are non-negotiables for me.

“God, Hadleigh, you were fucking made for me. I’ll try to hold back, play nice the first time. But after that, all bets are off. I’m pounding that pussy of yours, filling you with my cum, and putting my baby in you. Because there’s nothing I want more than you.You. My sexy fucking kryptonite and, yes, babies. Lots of them.”

I moan, my pussy clenching. “God, Hudson. When you talk like that, it makes me so horny,” I confess, biting my lower lip.

“Good. I want you horny for my cum, Hadleigh. I want you to fucking crave it … be addicted to itand me.” My insides feel like melted wax, my pussy aching and throbbing for him.

His eyes turn adoringly to my pussy. “I love how you keep it shaven. So pretty, pink, and juicy. Perfect for my thick cock.” His hot, velvety tongue on my clit short-circuits all reason.

“Watch me,” he growls, splaying my pussy lips open with his pointer finger and thumb and unhooding my pearl. His tongue bathes the nub in bliss, teasing it with the tip, dragging it dangerously over his teeth, and sucking it into his mouth with fast-moving, thrumming motions. My head spins, breath coming in shaky, rapid, corresponding pulses.

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