Page 22 of Snug with the Mountain Man
His tongue traces a path through my wet lips and circles around my clit. He’s gentle at first and then eats me like a man who's been starving.
My thighs tighten involuntarily around his head. I feel just on the brink of finding release, and when he inserts first one and then another finger into me and curls them just right into the magic spot, I come undone.
I’m shaking when he pulls back, kissing his way up my body.
I push him gently to his back, and he doesn’t resist. He lies back, and I begin taking off his pants. Once they’re off, I slidedown his body, lips at his throat, chest, stomach, taking my time. His eyes flash, surprised and aroused. “You trying to kill me, sweetheart?”
I wrap my hand around his big, thick cock and gently kiss the head. Then I lose control. I deepthroat his delicious dick and worship him with my mouth.
I’m lost in the feeling of power and desire. I want to make him feel as good as I do.
He swears, fists clenched in the sheets. “Get up here,” he growls.
I straddle his hips, and for a moment, we breathe, him looking up at me like I’m everything, me realizing I want this man more than anything I’ve ever wanted.
He grips my hips, lifting, aligning.
I ride him, slow at first, then harder as the pleasure builds. Ford’s hands roam, gripping my ass, then sliding up to cup my breasts. His mouth finds mine, all tongue and teeth and need.
When he flips us again, pinning me beneath him, I moan, helpless and wanting.
“You’re mine,” he whispers. “You hear me?”
“I’m yours,” I breathe. “God, Ford, don’t stop.”
My body is sore in the best way, muscles melted, breath still catching now and then from aftershocks that roll through me like ripples across a lake.
Ford hasn’t let me go.
His arms are around me, one hand low on my back, fingers splayed wide. His lips brush my temple, then my cheekbone. Slow. Reverent. As if he’s memorizing every inch of me, not just with his body, but with his heart.
I tip my head to look at him. His jaw is rough with stubble, his mouth soft from kissing me senseless. His eyes meet mine, and everything else fades.
He swallows. “Maisie,” he says, voice low and a little wrecked, “I’m in love with you.”
The world stills.
No teasing grin. No gruff sarcasm. Just truth, laid bare.
My breath catches. “You, what?”
He lifts a hand, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You heard me. I’ve been trying to find the right time to tell you. Thought it was too soon. Thought I’d scare you off. But I can’t keep it in anymore.” His thumb brushes my jaw. “You’re it for me.”
A lump rises in my throat.
“Ford…”
He leans in, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You don’t have to say it back yet. I just needed you to know.”
I say it back because I feel it, deep in my bones. In every touch, every breath, every time I looked at him and felt something bloom where I thought nothing ever would again.
I press my hand to his chest, right over his heart.
“I love you too,” I whisper. “God, I think I’ve loved you since I was sixteen. But now… it’s different. It’s more.”
His exhale is shaky.
I lean in, kiss him soft and slow. “You didn’t scare me off,” I murmur against his lips. “You made me feel safe. Wanted. Like I belong here. With you.”
