Page 13 of Tracked By the Mountain Man
I turn in his arms to face him, taking in the way morning light filters through the tent fabric to highlight the strong line of his jaw, the gold flecks in his brown eyes. "Morning."
His hand comes up to brush a strand of hair from my face, and the simple touch sends heat spiraling through me. We're so close in the confines of the tent, sharing warmth and air and the intimate space of morning.
"Today's the day," he says softly, his thumb tracing my cheekbone.
"The summit," I agree, but all I can think about is the way his body feels pressed against mine, the way his eyes are darkening as he looks at me.
"Are you nervous?" His hand slides down to rest on my hip, casual but possessive.
"About the hike? Not anymore. About other things maybe."
"What other things?"
Instead of answering with words, I lean forward and capture his mouth with mine. The kiss starts soft, tentative, but quickly deepens as Tyler responds with hunger that matches my own. His hand tightens on my hip, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us.
"Leah," he murmurs against my lips, my name both question and prayer.
"I want you," I whisper back, my fingers finding the hem of his thermal shirt. "Before we face the summit, before everything changes. I want this with you."
I slide my hand under his shirt, feeling the solid warmth of his chest, the way his breath catches at my touch. "In Katie's mountains, in this beautiful place. I want to feel alive."
Understanding flashes in his eyes. He cups my face gently, reverently. "Then let me make you feel alive, sweetheart."
His mouth finds mine again, hungrier now, and I lose myself in the sensation of his lips, his tongue, the way he kisses me like I'm precious. My hands work at his clothes while he does the same with mine, both of us desperate to feel skin against skin.
When he pulls my thermal top over my head, the cool mountain air raises goosebumps across my exposed skin. But Tyler's hands are there immediately, warm and sure as they map the curves of my body.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, pressing kisses along my collarbone, down to the swell of my breast. "Perfect."
When his mouth closes around my nipple, I gasp, arching into him. The sensation shoots straight to my core, making me ache for more. His beard scratches deliciously against my sensitive skin as he lavishes attention on first one breast, then the other.
"Tyler," I breathe, my fingers threading through his hair. "Please."
He works my sleep pants down my legs, taking my panties with them, leaving me bare beneath him in the soft light of the tent. His eyes drink me in like I'm a miracle, and I've never felt more beautiful or wanted.
"I need to taste you," he says, voice rough with desire. "Need to make you come apart before I bury myself inside you."
Heat floods my core at his words. "Yes," I gasp. "Please, Tyler."
He settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders forcing my legs wider. When his mouth first touches me, I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out and waking the entire mountain. He's relentless, using lips and tongue and fingers to drive me higher and higher.
"So sweet," he murmurs against my wetness. "So responsive. Love the way you taste, the way you tremble for me."
His tongue circles my clit while two fingers slide inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot that makes my back arch off the sleeping bag. The dual sensation is overwhelming, pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
"I'm close," I warn him, my voice barely a whisper.
"Come for me, beautiful," he commands, increasing the pressure of his tongue. "Let me feel you fall apart."
The orgasm crashes over me like an avalanche, stealing my breath and making me see stars behind my closed eyelids. Tyler works me through every wave, his mouth gentle but insistent until I'm boneless and gasping beneath him.
"God, you're incredible when you come," he says, moving up my body to capture my mouth in a kiss that lets me taste myself on his lips.
I can feel him, hard and insistent against my thigh, and I reach between us to wrap my hand around his length. He's thick and hot in my palm, already slick with arousal.
"I need you inside me," I tell him, guiding him to my entrance. "Need to feel all of you."
Tyler positions himself at my opening, the head of his cock sliding through my wetness. "You sure you're ready for me?"
