Page 7 of Mountain Man's Forgiveness
I pull back, my voice a low growl. “Say that again.”
“I want to have sex with you.” Her words are a bold, direct challenge.
“I don’t do relationships,” I warn, my voice a low rumble.
“I don’t want a relationship, Aiden.” Her voice is firm, resolute. “I want hot, no-strings-attached sex. Right now. No promises, no second-guessing.”
“This is a one-time thing, Eva.” My voice is hard, unyielding. “It doesn’t leave this mountain.”
“No strings attached,” she agrees, her voice a sultry purr as she leans in, her mouth hot on my ear. “Take me to your cabin, Aiden.”
I sweep her up into my arms and carry her to my bedroom, my boots thudding across the oak floorboards. Pulling down my navy comforter and sheet, I set her down and hook my prosthesis against the edge of the bed to stand, the motionautomatic. She glances down as I steady my balance, her eyes heated. Good. I don’t hide it.
She pulls off her shorts and t-shirt, revealing a pink polka dot bra and mismatched cotton panties. Sexy as fuck.
“Get on the bed, Eva.” Sunlight slants through the open windows, the air in the room fresh.
I remove everything except my boxer briefs, and kneel over her gorgeous curves. The mattress shifts beneath us as I lean down to kiss her breasts through the fabric of her bra, my dick straining. When I lightly bite her taught nipple, she gasps, her hands shooting up to grip my hair. I pull down the fabric to reveal her cinnamon areolas pulled taut. Fucking delicious.
Her nails rake down my back, scoring lines of fire that send my muscles into spasms of pleasure and pain. She arches against me, the scent of sandalwood and sweat filling my nostrils, a heady, intoxicating perfume that threatens to drown me. The weight of my body presses her into the mattress, anchoring her as waves of pleasure threaten to send her spiraling.
My fingertips trace the soft skin of her inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps and shivering anticipation. Her skin is salt and honey on my tongue as I trace the curve of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my lips. A low growl builds in my chest as her nails dig into my shoulders, her body tensing with each wave of pleasure.
My fingers trace the line of her spine, feeling her arch and shiver beneath me. I grip her hips, guiding her movements as she rocks against me, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. I growl against her neck, her skin salt and vanilla on my tongue. My hot breath makes her shiver as I whisper exactly what I plan to do to her.
”You’re so fucking wet for me. I’m going to make your sweet pussy come so hard you won’t be able to speak.”
Her pulse is a frantic flutter under my tongue. When she turns into me, her lips brushing my jaw, I catch the scent of her skin - peach blossoms and the tang of sweat. A low noise stirs in my chest, primal and hungry. I slide my hand up her ribcage, slow enough that she could stop me, but her nails dig into my back, sharp and insistent.
I nip at her earlobe, my mouth hot on her skin. “You like this, don’t you, Trouble?”
I grab a condom and roll it on, snapping the latex before slowly sliding into her slick heat. Her body tenses, her breathing jagged, before her legs lock around my hips. I press forward, slow and deliberate, feeling her body yield to mine. I’m careful, even as she bites into my shoulder, her teeth sharp enough to make me hiss. Every nerve ending is on high alert, every sound in the house amplified. The floor creaks under my bed, and I can’t believe she’s in it, clinging to me, her breath turning to broken whimpers while she uses my body as an anchor.
On this mountain, in this moment, it’s the only place that feels remotely real to me. Her pulse hammers against my lips. She smells like a mix of vanilla and something wild I can’t name. I drive into her, and the rush of it melts every inch of my self-control.
She comes on a shudder, her mouth open in a silent gasp, her hands flying up to cover her face, like even now she can’t let herself be this raw. I let her ride it out, cradling the back of her head in my palm, listening to her ragged breathing even out, the smell of her hair crowding my senses. She doesn’t say anything for a minute, but I can feel her pulse, hot and insistent against my arm.
“Eva, look at me.”
She removes her arm from her face, her skin flushed.
“Are you a virgin?”
“Not now.”
Shit. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have gone slower or taken more care.”
“It’s my business and nobody else’s.” She straddles me. “I know what this is, Aiden. A hot, delicious, one-time experience. I don’t need more than that.” She bends down and kisses me nice and slow. Fuck me.
We spend the next two hours making sure that every room of my home is intimately familiar with us... against the kitchen counter, on the living room couch, and even on the back deck. When we finally pull on our clothes, limbs heavy and sated, Eva re-braids her hair and grabs her backpack.
“You ready for our hike?”
I don’t know if I’m offended or turned on or just plain in awe of her focus. Whatever I’m feeling, this woman’s different from anyone I’ve ever met.
I follow her out, the door slamming shut behind us. She’s already halfway down the path, braid swinging. I tell myself to shake it off, to focus on the trail ahead.
But my hands still remember the way she felt underneath me, and my bed still smells like trouble.
