Page 14 of Her Mountain Man Secret
Then, with a groan of anticipation, I close the gap between us, crushing my mouth to hers. Her lips are so damn soft, and her breath quickens as I slide my hands through her hair, pulling her closer. She tastes like cherry pie, warm and sweet. Intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I tilt my head, deepening our kiss, hungry for her. My cock jolts inside my boxers as Isabelle moans against my mouth, her arms circling my neck. I’m aching for her, raw desire pulsing through my veins, pushing every other thought from my head.
I don’t give a fuck if she’s off limits.
She’s mine now.
My tongue pushes between her plump lips, invading her hot little mouth as she trembles against me. I push her back against the grass, my hands roaming her curves as I ease on top of her, still probing her silky mouth. She brushes her tongue against mine, her movements tentative…but there’s nothing tentative about the way she’s clinging to my back, her fingers curling against my flannel shirt.
That’s it, princess.
Hold onto me.
Instinctively, I bear down, pressing my hard bulge against the junction of her thighs. Her whole body jolts, and I swallow her gasp of surprise, teeth clashing as I kiss her harder, deeper. Nothing can stop me now. Isabelle is mine, and I’m going to claim her gorgeous curves…fill her with my cock…make her scream my name.
She’s about to find out just how crazy she makes me.
9
ISABELLE
Wyatt’s bodypins me to the ground, his taste flooding my senses as he kisses me hard. I can’t move. I feel so tiny beneath his hulking frame. Powerless. But I love it. I’m finally surrendering myself to him—ignoring all the reasons I shouldn’t. He’s meant to be off-limits, forbidden, but my body doesn’t care. Desire is taking over me, pooling hot and slick between my legs as I wrap them around Wyatt’s hips, shuddering at the friction between us.
“Fuck, Pixie,” he grunts, pulling back from our kiss. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.”
His pale blue eyes are burning with need, drilling into me until I can hardly breathe. The sky above us is streaked with color, trees creaking in the wind as Wyatt grabs at my dress and pulls it up until it’s bunched around my waist. The evening air is warm against my exposed skin, and I quiver in anticipation as Wyatt slides a giant hand into my panties. He keeps his gaze fixed on me as his fingers brush against my core, touching my most intimate spot. When he reaches my clit, my hips buck, a breath caught in my throat.
“You’re so wet for me, princess.” His voice is low, eyes feral. “I need a taste.”
Before I can process what he just said, he’s already feeling his way down my body, moving fast. I tense as he reaches for my panties, about to yank them down, and he seems to notice my hesitation.
“You okay?” he asks hoarsely. “Am I moving too fast? Sorry, beautiful, you’ve just been driving me so fucking crazy?—”
I shake my head, melting at his words. “It’s not that. I’m just worried someone will see us.”
Wyatt raises an eyebrow. “This is my land. Nobody comes out here. It’s just you and me, Isabelle.”
I shiver when he says my name, wondering how I ended up here, lying beneath this gorgeous mountain man. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can still hear that guilty little voice reminding me why this is a bad idea.
Dad’s friend…twice your age…
But the voice is barely a whisper now, and I’m way too far gone to listen. Wyatt’s rugged maturity, the lines on his handsome face, the strands of silver in his russet beard: they’re all a reminder that he’s forbidden fruit. Too old for me.
And it only makes me want him more.
He pulls down my panties and tosses them aside, pushing my thighs apart to reveal my wet core. My breathing quickens. I’ve never been exposed like this before, laid bare, but it feels right with Wyatt. I want him to see me. I don’t want anything between us.
“So fucking pretty,” he mutters, pressing feathery kisses down my stomach, moving down, down, down…
“Ah!” I let out a cry as he reaches my clit, and Wyatt stills, running his tongue over it slowly like he’s testing my reactions. Then he sucks the sensitive nub into his mouth. My nerves explode. I throw my head back, toes curling as he teases me, bringing me to the brink with his lips, his tongue…
Oh, God, yes!
I grab blindly at his hair, bucking my hips, grinding against his mouth. Something animal has taken over me, wild and pleasure-hungry, bulldozing all my inhibitions. I feel Wyatt’s fingers press against my slit, probing until he finds my entrance. Then he slides them into me, stretching me open until I can hardly breathe. He pumps me in a desperate rhythm, sucking harder, forcing me closer to the edge. The sensations are too much to handle. My clit throbs against Wyatt’s lips, pleasure coiling tight, threatening to consume me.
Then, all at once, I come undone.
“Wyatt!”
My vision blurs, the sky turning white as my orgasm rockets through me, leaving me quivering against Wyatt’s hungry mouth. When he comes up for air, his beard glistens with my juices, and I watch as he sucks his fingers dry.
