Page 17 of Shelter for the Mountain Man
CHAPTER 10
Fawn
The condoms are in the bottom drawer. After checking the expiration date, I grab one, pause and grab a few more. Catching my image in the mirror, I pause.I’m not beautiful, or fancy, or even sexy.Not what anyone would call agreat catch.
He is so hot. He could do so much better.
I’m loyal. I won’t cheat. I’m in love with him.
This is a hard life. Isolating. He’ll leave.
Maybe he won’t. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’ll have the memories.
He’s turned down the bed, stoked the fire and is at the door wiping down the dogs, apparently having let them out one last time.
Straightening, he runs his gaze down my body. I’ve taken off the pajama bottoms, and the shirt is unbuttoned, hanging loosely over my body to mid-thigh.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” he says as he passes me.
A couple minutes later he walks out of the bathroom as I’m giving the dogs a final treat for the night. Sidling up beside me, he gives both dogs a scratch on the head. “Brownie and Marble, bed.”
They both obey. Damn alpha pheromones. Turning back to me, he pulls his T-shirt over his head and drapes it on a chair.
He’s beautiful. A couple good sized bruises from his fall, an old scar on his side, the healing wound on his bicep. He’s still beautiful in that manly way that makes women’s girly parts flutter.
Flat stomach and an eight pack. The borrowed lounge pants ride low on his hips providing a teasing glimpse of the beginning of his adonis V. Oh yeah, he’s quite the specimen.
He clasps my face in his broad palms and kisses me. Soft, sweet, a gentle brush. Then kisses my temple. Sliding the sleep shirt from my shoulders and dropping it on the floor, he sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the bed, lying me gently in the center. I toss the condoms on the side table.
“Fawn, I…” Shaking his head he smiles and starts over. “Tell me everything you like, what you don’t. What feels good. What you want. I want to please you.”
“You. I want you. I want to feel everything, do everything with you. Quit stalling, Spade. I won’t break. I know what I’m asking for.”
He chuckles, drags his pants off, dropping them on the floor and crawls onto the bed, covering me. “Damn, I love your directness.”
His kiss is intense, consuming, demanding. The way he wraps his body around me feels possessive yet cherishing. Not controlling or stifling. Claiming, nevertheless. He strokes his calloused hand across my shoulder, down my arm then skips over to palm my breast. Lowering his head he suckles one taunt peak then the other. A jolt of need lights up my every nerve ending before striking my core. “Yes. Yes more, Spade. More.”
Lips still locked on my nipple, he slides his hand down my side, over my hip, and belly before slipping his hand between us, covering my mound. A breath catches in my chest. I’m afraid tomove least he stop. Gently he slides two fingers through my folds stroking my most sensitive nub before testing my opening.
“Yes, more. There. Right there.”
“You like that?”
“Yes. More. Harder.”
“So perfect.” He meets my gaze. “So responsive. I love that you tell me what you like. What you want. Love, I’ll give you anything you ask for, all that you ask for.”
Slowly he circles my entrance before filling me with one finger, then two. Stroking my nub with his thumb he pumps his fingers into me. Close. I’m so close. My eyes flutter closed. The pull of his lips on my nipple sends me over the edge. “Y-e-s-s-s.”
He holds me through my release, then cuddles me to his chest stroking my back as my heart rate comes back to normal. I’ve almost dozed off when I realize he hasn’t come. Hasn’t pushed for his own release. “Spade?”
“Hush, love. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake.”
I take him for his word and let sweet dreams embrace me. When I wake, he’s cuddled to my back with our hands clasped between my breasts. The same as before. Smiling, I realize this is fast becoming my favorite place to be. Cuddled just like this in his arms.
He won’t stay.
“Turn your head off, love. I can hear you overthinking from here.”
