Page 12 of Forever with the Mountain Man
"It's perfect," she says, looking around at the simple space. "It's so you."
"It's not much—"
"It's enough." She turns to face me, her eyes dark with need. "More than enough."
The air between us crackles with tension. We've been building to this moment for weeks, and now that we're finally alone, finally together, the anticipation is almost unbearable.
"Caroline." I take a step toward her, my hands shaking slightly. "Are you sure about this? About us?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." She closes the distance between us, her hands settling on my chest. "I need you, Finn. I've been going crazy these last three days. Please."
The plea breaks the last of my control. I capture her mouth in a kiss that's desperate and hungry, pouring all my longing into it. She responds eagerly, her fingers fisting in my shirt, pulling me closer.
"Bedroom," I growl against her lips. "Now."
I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her down the hallway. The moonlight streaming through the windows illuminates her face as I set her down beside the bed.
"You're so beautiful," I murmur, my hands framing her face. "Can't believe you're here. That you want this."
"Want you," she corrects, pulling my shirt over my head. "Just you. Only you."
We undress each other slowly, savoring every reveal, every touch. When we're finally skin to skin, we both pause, breathing hard.
"Mine," I say, the word torn from deep in my chest.
"Yours," she agrees, pulling me down for another kiss. "Always yours."
I worship her body with my hands and mouth, learning every sensitive spot, memorizing every gasp and sigh. When my fingers find her wet and ready, we both groan.
"Please," she whispers, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I need you inside me. Need to feel you."
When I finally slide into her, we both cry out at the perfection of it. She's tight and hot and perfect, her body welcoming me home.
"Missed this," I groan against her throat. "Missed you so much."
"Never again," she promises, her legs wrapping around me. "Never leaving again."
We move together, finding our rhythm, three days of separation making us desperate. When she starts to tighten around me, I reach between us to touch her, wanting to feel her fall apart.
"That's it, sweetheart," I encourage. "Let go for me."
She comes with a cry of my name, her body clenching around me, pulling me over the edge with her. I bury myself deep, groaning her name as I follow her over.
We stay locked together afterward, neither willing to separate.
"I love you," she whispers against my shoulder. "So much it scares me sometimes."
"I know," I say, rolling us so she's sprawled across my chest. "But we're going to be okay. Better than okay."
She props herself up on my chest, her hair creating a curtain around us. "Promise?"
"Promise." I tuck a strand behind her ear. "Going to spend the rest of my life making you happy."
"Starting now?" she asks, rolling her hips experimentally, making us both gasp.
"Greedy girl," I accuse, but I'm already hardening inside her again.
"Only for you," she says, beginning to move in earnest. "Only ever for you."
