Page 10 of The Mountain Man's Paradise
“You danced.”
“I did.”
She looks up at me, eyes bright. “You also gave a very good speech.”
“It was thirty seconds.”
“It was a strong thirty seconds.”
I huff, and she smiles, but the teasing fades when we reach her door. She turns with her back near the frame, suddenly quieter, suddenly aware of the same thing I am. The hall is empty. The wedding is over. There’s no aunt interrupting us, no bride needing help, no crowd between us.
Just Rosalyn, looking up at me with those gorgeous lips I already know I need again.
“We didn’t talk about last night,” she says.
“No.”
“Do you want to?”
“I want to kiss you.”
Her breath leaves her slowly. “That’s not talking.”
“I’m just being honest.”
She drops her shoes. They hit the carpet with a gentle thud, and that’s the last bit of permission I need. I step in, frame her face with one hand, and take her mouth. She opens for me right away, fingers curling into my shirt as I press her back against the door. Her taste hits me, sweet and warm, and the sound she makes breaks what’s left of my control.
“Key,” I say against her mouth.
She fumbles at the tiny purse on her wrist, laughing breathlessly while I kiss the corner of her jaw. “I’m trying.”
“Try faster, sweetheart.”
The lock clicks, and we stumble inside. I kick the door shut behind us and pin her against it, my mouth on hers, my hand sliding down over her waist and hip. She fits under my hands too damn well, and when I gather the skirt of her dress higher, she arches into me with a sound that goes straight to my cock.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, rough against her throat.
“No.”
I lift my head. Her eyes are dark, her lips swollen from me, her chest rising hard. “Say it clear.”
“Don’t stop. I want you. Ineedyou.”
I pull her to the bed, kissing her with every step. She falls back onto the mattress, and I go down with her, shoving her dress up her thighs while she reaches for my shirt. I pull it over my head, then get my hands back on her because I can’t stand the space. Her tits strain against the fabric, her thick thighs parting for me, and the sight of her spread out under me makes me curse low and mean.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t hide from me. “Barrett, please.”
I hook my fingers in her panties and tear them down her legs. Her pussy is so pretty pink and wet for me, and the sight of it makes my jaw lock. I lower myself between her thighs, push them wider with my shoulders, and put my mouth on her.
She cries out, hands flying to my hair. I hold her hips down and eat her slow, then harder when she starts shaking. Her swollen clit pulses under my tongue, and she tastes sweet, hot, perfect. I slide two fingers into her needy pussy, feeling how tight and unclaimed she is, and thrust them until she sobs my name.
“That’s it,” I growl against her. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
She breaks on my mouth, thighs clamped around my head while I work her through it. I don’t stop until she’s pulling at me, flushed and desperate, her voice breathless as she begs me closer.
I stand long enough to strip. Her eyes follow every movement, dropping to my cock as I fist it, hard and aching for her. She reaches for me, and I climb over her, pushing her dress higher until her tits spill into my hands and her bare pussy brushes the head of my cock.
