Page 19 of Christmas With The Broken Mountain Man
In answer, she kisses me again, slow and deliberate. "I've never been more sure of anything."
I carry her to my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us even though we're alone. The need for privacy feels instinctual, creating a sanctuary for what's about to happen between us. I set her down gently beside the bed, the moonlight streaming through the windows casting her in silver light.
Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for the hem of her sweater, but her eyes never leave mine. There's determination there, along with desire and trust. She pulls the sweater over her head in one fluid motion, standing before me in a simple white bra.
My breath catches at the sight of her. "You're incredible," I whisper, meaning it more than I've ever meant anything.
A flush spreads across her chest, up her neck to her cheeks. "Your turn," she says, her voice steady despite her blush.
I unbutton my shirt slowly, letting her watch, giving her time to change her mind. But her gaze only grows more heated with each button that comes undone. When I shrug the shirt from my shoulders, her eyes travel over my chest and shoulders with open appreciation.
"Can I touch you?" she asks, and the question breaks my heart a little. That she feels the need to ask permission for something so simple.
"Always," I tell her, taking her hand and bringing it to my chest, placing her palm over my thundering heart. "You never have to ask."
Her touch is tentative at first, fingertips exploring the contours of my chest, tracing the lines of muscle with growing confidence. When her hand skims over my nipple, I can't suppress a small groan. Her eyes dart to mine, surprised by my response.
"Does that feel good?" she asks.
"Everything you do feels good," I assure her.
That seems to embolden her. She steps closer, both hands on me now, learning my body with curious exploration. I let her lead, resisting the urge to rush, to take control. This needs to be at her pace.
When her hands reach my belt, she hesitates. I cover her hands with mine, stilling them.
"We can stop anytime," I remind her. "There's no rush, no expectations."
She shakes her head. "I don't want to stop. I want..." She swallows, then meets my eyes. "I want to see all of you. I want you to see all of me."
With that, she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, letting it fall away. The sight of her bare breasts steals my breath. They're perfect, full and tipped with rosy nipples that tighten under my gaze.
"You're staring," she whispers, uncertainty creeping into her voice.
"Because you're breathtaking." I step closer but don't touch her yet. "May I?"
She nods, and I bring my hands up to cup her breasts, their weight filling my palms perfectly. She sighs, leaning into my touch as I brush my thumbs across her nipples. The sound she makes, a soft, broken moan, sends heat straight to my core.
"That feels..." she trails off, eyes closing.
"Tell me," I encourage her. "I want to know what feels good for you."
"Everything," she admits. "It's been so long since someone touched me to make me feel good, not just to take."
Her honesty fuels my determination to make this perfect for her. I lower my head, replacing one hand with my mouth, drawing her nipple between my lips. Her fingers thread throughmy hair, holding me to her with surprising strength as I lave and suckle.
"Mason," she gasps, her hips instinctively seeking contact.
I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hands move to her jeans, unfastening the button. I look up, checking her face for any sign of hesitation. Instead, I find her watching me with heavy-lidded desire.
"Please," she whispers.
That single word unleashes something primal in me. I slide her jeans and underwear down in one motion, helping her step free. Then I kneel before her, looking up the length of her body, taking in every curve, every freckle, the small scar on her hip, the way her stomach quivers under my gaze.
"No one has ever looked at me like you do," she says softly.
"How's that?" I ask, pressing a kiss to her hipbone.
"Like I'm precious. Like I'm worth looking at." Her voice catches. "Like I matter."
