Page 18 of My Fearless Mountain Man
“I’ve been patient,” I murmur against his mouth. “Six years. That’s long enough.”
When he doesn’t take off his shirt, I do mine instead, tossing it aside with a raised brow. His eyes flash as he growls something unintelligible before pulling me tight again, letting me grind down on his thick, unmistakable arousal. I roll my hips against him and moan into his mouth, already dizzy with how badly I want more.
Then he drops me onto the bed.
I gasp, my body jolting as the mattress catches me. The only sound louder than my heartbeat is the rustle of his clothesas he finally pulls off his shirt—and holy hell. Every inch of him is carved and scarred and impossibly hot. I reach for him, but he hesitates.
“Nora…” he says, voice gravel and warning.
I crawl to the edge of the bed and grab his hips, holding him in place. “Don’t stop now,” I whisper. My lips brush over a burn scar on his shoulder, my kiss slow, reverent—and deliberate. “I know what I want, Calder. I’ve had years to think about it.”
His hands twitch at his sides.
“I want you. I want this. We’ll go slow, sure,” I murmur, nipping lightly at his skin. “But don’t treat me like I’ll break.”
He exhales hard, his restraint snapping like a cord pulled too tight. “Fuck, Nora…”
And with it whatever resistance or frustration was slowing him down is gone. He kisses my temple, my cheek, the side of my neck, whispering how good I feel in his arms, how much he wants me. His fingers brush along the edge of my bra, and I nod without hesitation.
He unclasps it with a skill that makes my breath hitch, then slides the straps down my arms like he’s unwrapping something precious. His palms cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing over my nipples in slow, delicious circles. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, lowering his head to kiss along my collarbone.
“Touch wherever you want. Explore me,” he says roughly. “I want you to know me.”
So I do.
I lean into him, licking across his scars, moving lower as I press open-mouthed kisses to his chest, his ribs. I moan when hegives my nipple a firmer pinch, the heat from his hand sending another bolt of pleasure through me.
When I reach the waistband of his jeans, I glance up. “Can I take these off?”
His answer is a low, wicked smile. “You first.”
I bite my lip but don’t shy away. “But... I want to see you,” I whisper, running my hands up his thighs.
He groans and cups my face, kissing me deep before easing me onto my back. “You will,” he growls. “But I need to see you first. Every inch.”
His hands slide under the waistband of my skirt, slowly tugging it down along with my underwear. He kisses the inside of my knee as he peels them off, his touch reverent. When I’m bare beneath him, exposed and aching, he strokes up along my calves and presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
But it’s not just lust in his eyes—it’s focus. Intensity. He’s watching me, not just my body. Me.
I shiver beneath his stare, heart pounding.
“Angels deserve worship,” he says, dragging his lips along my skin, so close to where I’m pulsing with need. “And nothing turns me on more than the idea of hearing you moan just for me.”
My heart squeezes in my throat and I nod—eager, desperate, aching.
Calder kisses higher up my inner thigh, his breath teasing my swollen flesh until his tongue finally drags along my slit. He groans low in his throat like he’s been starved for this, then licks again—slow and thorough—before gently parting me with his fingers.
When he slips a middle finger inside, my mouth falls open in a helpless moan. Then his tongue finds my clit, circling with maddening precision. My hips lift instinctively against his mouth, and I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly when he hits that perfect spot.
He lifts his gaze just enough to meet mine. “That’s right,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “Show me what you like, angel. Let me feel how you come in my mouth.”
I guide him with soft tugs and breathless whispers. “There—yes, right there. A little harder.” I roll my hips into his mouth. “More. Please, Calder... more.”
He answers with a growl, then presses a second finger into me. My breath catches. I can’t even think, can’t process anything beyond the wet slide of his tongue and the way his fingers curl deep, tapping the spot inside that makes my vision blur.
I can’t hold back. “Calder,” I gasp. “Oh my God—I’m…I’m coming....”
He sucks my clit as his fingers thrust deep, and I break apart with a strangled cry, shuddering and trembling as the orgasm crashes over me—hot, fast, overwhelming.
