Page 14 of Snowbound Mountain Man

He's as flushed as I am.

Before I can enjoy the fact, he's dropping his shirt and putting his attention on making my fuzzy pants disappear. Ever so greedy, he doesn't waste time by tugging my underwear down with them.

All at once, I'm suddenly very naked and exposed to his hungry gaze. He doesn't just glance over my body. No, this man drinks in every inch like he's witnessing something sacred and fully intends to worship every inch of it.

My toes curl in anticipation.

He shifts back against the couch to make enough room for him to enjoy what comes next. Positioning me right where he needs me, his thumbs part my folds to take in the view. The needy whimper leaving my lips kicks him into gear.

The first brush of his tongue makes my hips jerk upward, forcing him to pin me down with his forearms. Keeping me in place, he licks up my glossy seam and gives my clit the very same treatment he had on my nipples.

It's a miracle I don't come right then and there.

"Jesus Christ..." There he goes again, sounding pained. He pulls back enough to find my seeping entrance and buries his tongue deep enough that I clamp down around him.

The moment one of his arms moves, his hand now clutching at my thigh to keep me open for him, it allows my hip to lift.

Shamelessly, I grip his hair and move. Unable to hold still, I leave any bashful thoughts at the back of my mind as I chase the pleasure his mouth brings. Soaking his lips and beard in my arousal, a loud moan leaves me as he licks back up toward my clit. Back and forth, he doesn't even need to use his fingers to get me off.

He sets a punishingly good pace—swirling, flicking, and drinking me in right there on the cushions until my thighs shake helplessly against his grip.

"Hunter, I'm going to—" Arching against the couch, my pussy starts fluttering.

This man growls against me, and the vibration sends me over the edge, filling the corners of my eyes with sparks.

Half of him is kneeling on the floor now, but he's so lost in lapping up the juices of my orgasm that I'm not sure if he's even noticed.

I have to pull at his hair when the sensitivity of my sex becomes too much.

He's panting hard, his tongue licking and lavishing at whatever clings to his lips.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy," he mutters under his breath as he drinks in my state. Once more, the same curse leaves his lips.

He forces himself back, sitting himself back onto the couch. As if he can't go a minute without touching me, he reaches out, pulling me back in place on his thighs.

His pants aren't even trying to hide his erection. While I'm trying to gain my bearings, I stare hard at the damp patch pressing into his sweats.

I don't think when I reach a hand between us. Like him, I feel like I'm going mad.

Hunter hisses as I draw his cock out. He doesn't move to stop me as my fingers curl around his pulsing length, but a heavy, ragged groan breaks from his chest when my thumb swipes over the bead of slick gathering at his tip.

Impatient. Greedy. The words fit, but I don't care. My thighs are still weak and trembling from what he just did to me, but all I can think about is feeling him push deep inside. I need him to undo me—and I want to drive him just as wild.

His head thuds back against the couch cushions, his chest heaving under my hand as I set a torturously slow pace down his shaft. Swearing that he swells even impossibly thicker, it's only when his hand is immediately gripping at my wrist to stop me that I realize he's about to come.

No fair.

He catches the subconscious pout on my lips and lets out a rough, raspy laugh. "Unless you want to wait ten minutes for round two, sweet girl, you need to let go. You're one stroke away from finishing me off."

I get where he's coming from, but I want to be the one to get him there, dang it.

Since I can't use my hand on him, call me a little eager when I start moving my hips again. The friction is hard to argue with, especially when we fit together so perfectly.

I need him inside.

He groans in return, and from the swell of his cock, I'm happy to believe he wants the very same.

Unfortunately, there's one problem standing in our way.