Page 14 of Kissed By The Lumberjack
He groans against my mouth, pulling me flush against him. My back hits a tree trunk, and I don't care. His hands are everywhere. My hips, my waist, sliding under my shirt to find bare skin.
"Here?" I gasp.
"Unless you want to hike back first."
I answer by unbuckling his belt.
He laughs. Low and rough. Swats my hands away. "Let me."
He drops to his knees.
My cargo pants come down in one motion, taking my underwear with them. Cool air hits my skin, and then his mouth is on me, and I stop thinking entirely.
His tongue finds my clit with devastating precision. I grip the tree trunk behind me, bark biting into my palms. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me wider. Slides two fingers inside me while his tongue works in slow circles.
"Oh God." My head falls back. "Ev?—"
He doesn't stop. Doesn't tease. Just devours me like he's been starving for it. His beard scratches against my inner thighs. His fingers curl inside me, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur.
The orgasm crashes through me without warning. I cry out, not caring that we're on a mountain in broad daylight. Not caring about anything except the waves of pleasure rolling through my body.
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I've been wanting to do that since you stepped out of your truck."
I grab his belt, finishing what I started. His cock springs free, thick and hard. I wrap my hand around it, and he hisses through his teeth.
"Condom?" I ask.
"Wallet. Back pocket."
I retrieve it. Roll it on him. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, my back against the tree, my legs wrapped around his waist.
His eyes are locked on mine as he pushes inside.
The stretch makes me gasp. He fills me completely, giving me a moment to adjust before he starts to move. Slow at first. Deep. Each thrust pressing me harder against the bark.
"You feel incredible," he grits out. "So fucking tight."
I can't respond. Can barely breathe. He picks up the pace, his hips snapping against mine. One hand grips my ass to hold me steady. The other finds my clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts.
"Come for me again," he says. "I want to feel it."
The command sends me over the edge. I clench around him, screaming his name. He follows a moment later with a groan that echoes off the mountains.
We stay there, panting. Tangled together. His forehead pressed against mine.
"I can still feel you," I whisper.
He kisses me. Soft. Almost sweet. Then pulls back to look at me with something raw in his eyes.
He sets me down gently. Helps me dress. Pulls his own clothes back together with hands that aren't quite steady.
"Rowan," he says.
"I know." I smooth my hair back. Try to look like a woman who didn't just get fucked against a tree. "This complicates things."
"Does it have to?"
I look at him. At this man who loves his land and his family and his work. Who showed me something beautiful and then made me feel even more beautiful.
"I don't know," I admit. "But I want to find out."
He takes my hand. Laces his fingers through mine. "Then let's find out together."
We walk back down the mountain. And for the first time since I arrived in Whisper Vale, I'm not thinking about the audit at all.
