Page 27 of Harvested By The Mountain Man
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me inside. The door clicks shut behind us, the cabin dim except for the glow of the fire. He sets me down on the couch only long enough to peel the tank top over my head. His eyes darken at the sight of me, bare and trembling under his gaze.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. “God, Hannah, you’re everything, but you’re tense. I’m going to get you nice and relaxed. Let me massage you.”
I nod, unable to speak, and let him guide me to the rug in front of the fire. He kneels behind me, large hands gentle as he urges me down onto my stomach. My hair falls over my face, curtaining my eyes. I feel raw, exposed, but not in a way that makes me want to hide.
I trust Levi’s hands as they graze my shoulders, warm as sunlight even with the fire at my back. He kneads slow circles around the tightness I’m holding. His thumbs press deep and I feel a little of the world’s weight burn away. My face sinks into the plush rug, and the heat seeps through my skin all the way to my bones. Levi shifts, his knees on either side of my hips, his weight hovering over me like a shield.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, and his voice is low, softer than I thought possible for a man who just has a take-down episode with another man outside. I answer him with a little sigh, every part of me surrendering to the feeling of being cared for by someone who wants to do it right.
His hands are strong but careful, working over my shoulder blades, down my spine, lingering at the border of my waistband. I know he wants to go further, but he’s asking with every touch whether I’ll let him. The answer is yes, and yes again. I am breathless and so very aware of how few men have ever treated me like something precious and how few have waited for my yes.
I hardly register the ache in my muscles anymore. I only feel Levi’s palms, the friction and weight of them, the wordless way he treats every inch of me like discovery and invitation.
His thumbs skate up the back of my neck, finding the spot where tension gathers. My body jerks, a shudder of surprise, and I feel his lips in my hair, barely brushing. I want to turn over, pull him to me, but I don’t. Not yet. Not when being here, being seen and touched and -- God, wanted -- feels so new I barely know how to breathe through it.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers. His lips trace the shell of my ear, and his breath shivers down the length of my spine. “Every time I touch you, I want more.”
I’m silent … melted like butter under his touch.
Chapter 24
Levi
Iturn her over gently, hoping she’s fully relaxed from the massage. Her tits are calling to me with powder pink nipples glowing in the firelight. She looks up at me, lips parted, eyes wide -- not with fear, but with something that sets every nerve in me alight. Want … trust.
I’ve kept myself reined in, locking down every instinct to claim her, to let her know exactly how much she means to me. But now, with her beneath me, her hands sliding up my arms, nails grazing lightly, all that restraint burns away.
“Why don’t we continue this in my room? Ivy could wake up.”
“Yes.” She whispers it, but the word is decisive. “I want you, Levi. I’ve … wanted you.”
I kiss her slow, drinking her in. Her mouth opens to mine, soft and eager. I break the kiss and pull her up to a standingposition, patting her lightly on her plump, curvy ass. “Let’s go beautiful. I’m going to make love to you. I want you, Hannah. Are you ready?”
Her smile is small, breathless, but her eyes shine. “Make me yours.”
I lead her upstairs to my room at the end of the hall. A room that could change into ours. She doesn’t know it yet, but I already see her here every day, every season. Her laughter in this house. Ivy’s footsteps on the porch. My family, if I’m lucky enough to keep them.
We stop on the way and peek inside Ivy’s room. She’s fast asleep.
As I close the door to my room and lock it, I know all the passion I’ve held back, every kiss, every touch carry the promise I can’t yet put into words: she and Ivy aren’t just guests under my roof. I want them to be mine and together, a family with a future.
Chapter 25
Hannah
I’m trembling, but not from nerves. It’s anticipation … the kind that’s been building inside me. The door clicks shut. He twists the lock. Instantly, he’s on me, warm hands cupping my bare breasts.
My back gently bumps into the door and I feel his thigh wedge between mine. My mouth opens to gasp, but he takes advantage, deepening the kiss, one palm cradling the nape of my neck while his other hand seeks and controls.
His fingertips tug at the useless drawstring on my pajama pants. Levi makes a hungry sound and yanks at the tie. The waistband peels away from my hips. Cool air licks my skin, but Levi’s mouth has moved downward and is hot on me. His tongue flicks one nipple, and my core tightens as it seems he can’t decide between licking and biting.
I arch against him, greedy myself, and the friction of his jeans on my bare thigh makes my head drop back and bump the door a second time.
He sinks to his knees dragging my panties down with him. With his cheek pressed to my stomach, he bites lightly just above the curve of my hip. My legs nearly buckle. His breath is ragged, and the scratch of his stubble makes my skin tingle and tighten.
“You’re so fucking soft,” he says.
I laugh, or try to, but it’s breathless and a little desperate. He hooks one leg up over his shoulder to part me. His mouth covers me and whatever nervousness I had is incinerated, replaced with an ache so needy I dig my nails into his scalp to anchor myself. Levi makes a helpless, grateful sound against me, then goes to work.
