Page 39 of Mountain Man

“I thought you might like to unwrap me.”

He licked his lips and I felt his heart pounding against mine. In five years, the only thing that had changed between us was that our love had grown stronger. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and I knew that would never change.

He slid his hand down my front, tugged the belt free, then slowly, so damn slowly, opened each side.

“Birdie,” he rumbled in that gritty way that made me wet and hot.

“I’m wearing my birthday suit just for you.”

“I see that,” he rasped. “And you’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart.” He kissed my bare skin, my chest and my belly. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and I arched, a moan escaping. “All mine.”

I cupped his face and he looked down at me, eyes so hot and filled with want my breath burst past my lips. I dragged my thumb over his whiskered jaw. “What did you wish for?”

“Hmm?”

I threaded my fingers with his. “When you blew out the candles.”

“I didn’t,” he said, then pressed his mouth to mine and moved his hand down my body, lower, spreading my thighs.

I shivered again. “Why not?”

He pressed hot, wet kisses over my breasts, my belly, and lifted his head. “I don’t need to make wishes. I’ve got everything I ever dreamed of. The woman of my fantasies, who I love more than life, and our two beautiful girls. Birdie, there’s nothing else I want.”

My eyes welled with tears. “Love you, Hank.”

“Love you, too, sweetheart.”

Then there were no more words.

THE END