Page 30 of Mistletoed with the Mountain Man
Jesus Christ.
"Nia..." My voice comes out strangled. "I want you. Always."
Her smile is pure mischief as she unbuckles my belt, unzips my jeans. I lift my hips to help her pull them down, and then I'm exposed to her hungry gaze.
"So hard already," she murmurs, wrapping her hand around my length.
"Been hard since you put on my flannel this morning." I brush the hair back from her face. "You have ruined me in the best way, Christmas angel."
She strokes me slowly, watching my reactions. When she leans forward and licks the tip, I nearly explode right there.
"Fuck—Nia?—"
She does it again, then takes me into her hot, sinful mouth.
My head drops back against the couch. She's tentative at first, exploring, but when I groan and tilt my hips toward her, she grows bolder. Takes me deeper. And uses her tongue in ways that make my thighs shake.
"That's it, baby," I rasp, my hand fisting in her thick hair. "Just like that."
She hums around me, and the vibration makes me curse. I'm trying to hold still, let her set the pace, but it's torture.
Sweet, ball-tightening torture.
"You're so good at this," I tell her, because she needs to know. "So fucking amazing."
She takes me deeper, her hand working the base. The sight of her blonde head bobbing up and down in the firelight, those full lips stretched around me, the way she's completely focused on me and my pleasure—it's almost too much.
"Nia, baby, I'm close?—"
She doesn't pull back. Just intensifies her efforts, sucking harder, moving faster. The pressure builds at the root of my spine, spreading through my entire body.
I'm right on that glorious edge.
"I'm going to—fucking hell."
The orgasm hits like a freight train, pleasure exploding through every nerve. I groan her name as I come, my hand tightening in her hair.
She takes everything I pump into her, swallowing and continuing to work me through it until I'm trembling and jerking with sensitivity.
"Jesus, Nia," I breathe, still trying to recover when I hear it.
Car doors slamming outside.
"Shit!" I pull back, and Nia looks up, confused. "Someone's here."
"What?"
"Car doors. I heard?—"
The front door bursts open, followed immediately by the scrabbling of paws on hardwood.
"KADE!" Sadie's voice rings through the cabin. "We saw your truck outside. What are you—oh my god, this place is AMAZING!"
A black blur of fur bounds into the great room ahead of her, tail wagging frantically.
"Bear, heel!" Ledger's voice follows, but the dog is already making a beeline for us.
Nia scrambles to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand while I frantically zip my jeans.
