Page 17 of Tempted By the Mountain man

Feelings.

I, Jade Sweeny, am developing feelings for this man.

It had to be the toe-curling orgasm from this morning.

“What are you thinking about?” River asks, coming up behind me. His large, warm body surrounds me like a cocoon.

“Orgasms,” I say, finding the mild humor in my honesty.

“Oh really?” He slides his hands up my sides, his thumbs brushing the sides of my breasts. “Tell me more.”

I should tell him about the white lie.

But he slips a hand inside my leggings half a second before the confession is due to roll off my tongue, and I forget all rational thought.

I don’t care that Natasha might come back, claiming she forgot something. Not when River pulls down my leggings and panties together, leaving them piled at my ankles. I don’t care that Marty is grumbling from the living room couch as River turns me and kneels down between my legs.

When his tongue strokes my wet center, I grip the counter behind me with both hands and hang on for dear life. I grind myself shamelessly against his eager mouth, surprised at how quickly and how thoroughly he wrecks me with nothing more than that expert tongue.

“Now that’s the best dessert I’ve ever had,” River says, licking his lips as he stands. His beard has a shine to it—my juices smeared against it. Fuck, why does that turn me on so damn much?

“Dessert is my favorite meal of the day,” I say, reaching for the belt loops of his jeans to pull him closer. He doesn’t stop me as I undo the top button or pull down the zipper. I consider giving him that blow job Natasha suggested, but I’m feeling selfish.

“I’m on the pill,” I tell him. I delight in the way his eyes darken. “And since I haven’t had a cock anywhere near this pussy longer than some of those boxes have been in this cabin, I promise you I’m clean.”

“What are you saying, Jade?”

“I’m saying, if you promise me you’re clean…” I slip my hand beneath his boxers and wrap my hand around his massive length, “Then we don’t need to find a condom before you fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Right here?”

“You have something against kitchen sex?” I tease.

“Not at all. And by the way?”

“Yeah?”

“I am clean. I have paperwork to prove it⁠—”

“I trust you, River. Will you please fuck me now?”

He clears the counter, lifting me by the hips to set me on it. I make quick work of discarding my shoes and the pile of clothing at my ankles. By the time I’m fully naked from my waist to my toes, River’s cock is free and aimed right at my center.

“You’re sure, sweetheart?”

I reach for his length, wrapping my hand around it once more to guide it home. “Show me how bold this cock is, River. I’ve been dying to know.”

Those are the last coherent words either of us speaks. He’s not gentle about the way he pummels into me, and I’m so fucking happy for it. Another time, we can go slow. We can take our time. But after spending all day with this man and having to behave, I want nothing more than the raw, primal passion.

I wrap my legs around his waist, locking them at the ankles to anchor him close. He pushes up my shirt and bra, cupping a breast roughly as his mouth claims me. His other hand slides up my bare thigh, stopping at the bend so he can use his thumb to pleasure my clit.

It’s too much and not enough all at once.

Dishes rattle and threaten to crash to the floor, but River doesn’t stop. He lifts me by the ass and carries me until my back is pushed up against the wall. Fuck, the man is strong. I wrap my hands around his neck and hold on for dear life as he thrusts into me over and over.