Page 17 of Mountain Men on Ice

He slides his fingers under my panties and into the curls at the apex of my thighs. He groans. “You’re so wet.”

“I’ve been wet for days.”

“Thinking about me?” He finds my clit.

Nodding, I gasp as he applies pressure.

“Is this what you want?” He teases me. Strokes me. Makes me wild with need.

My hips move back against him, and I croon with my growing need.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He nuzzles my neck. “I want…”

“What do you want?”

“I want to feel all of you.”

“I want that too.” Moving back, it’s my turn to slide my hand under his sweatpants.

His cock his long. Impossibly hard. And oh so thick. I press my free fist to my lips. God he’s going to feel so good.

I give him a squeeze and take delight in watching his eyes roll back.

Fumbling for a condom which—thank God, the cabin owner seems to have stashed everywhere—I slide it over his thick cock.

He grips my hips and lifts me up. Our gazes meet as I slide down onto him. Groaning as I stretch to meet his gaze.

It’s so good, I could sing.

We settle into a rhythm. Goading one another along.

I ride his cock, savoring the kind of closeness that makes conversation unnecessary.

He lets me set every rule, then breaks all of them with the way he says my name as we find our release.

We collapse into each other and the couch, catching our breaths.

His hand is heavy and warm over my ribs, thumb idly stroking along the notes like he’s still reading them.

“Hey,” he whispers. “You okay?”

“Better than okay,” I say. “I want this to be more than cabin fever, Grady.”

His chest rises under my palm. “I know. I want that too.”

I could cry with the relief of it.

Instead I let my fingers wander his chest ink, teasing. “I’m pretty sure this one’s misspelled.”

He groans, laughing. “Don’t ruin the mood, Rockstar.”

“Impossible,” I say, and tuck myself closer, listening to his heart even while mine climbs the walls of my throat.

He kisses my hairline, a soft, unguarded thing that makes me ache.

“You make me forget it hurts,” he murmurs.

“You make me feel seen,” I reply.