Page 27 of Mountain Grump Protector

I do, and instantly lose myself in the intensity of his stare as he leans in. His lips brush my inner thigh. I shudder as a fresh surge of heat rushes between my legs. His tongue flicks out and presses a hot, teasing stroke along my slick folds.

I cry out, unable to hold back, and once more squeeze my eyes shut as my hands wrap behind me, clinging to the rough bark of the tree to hold myself up as his tongue moves again and again.

“Fuck,” he whispers against my core. “You taste even better than I imagined.” And then he’s there, hungry for more, lapping at me with hot, relentless strokes that have my thighs trembling. One hand finds my ass, pulling me even closer to his face, while his free hand grips my thigh.

When he finds my clit, sucking it gently between his lips while his tongue makes maddeningly slow circles, a broken moan tears from my throat, but I don’t care. The only thing I care about is him. The scratch of his beard, the wet heat of his mouth, the way he’s humming against me like feasting on me is his greatest pleasure.

His fingers slide inside me. First one, then two, then…three.

Oh God.

They curl into that exact spot that makes my vision darken.

“Cal…please…” I gasp, rocking my hips to meet his fingers. “I’m going to…”

“Come for me, darling,” he growls against me before intensifying his efforts.

His fingers thrust harder, his tongue flicks relentlessly against my clit until the pleasure coils tight in my belly. Too tight.

When I cry out, my back arches off the tree, and my legs almost fail me completely. Only the grip Cal has on me keeps me upright as my orgasm crashes through me, sparks exploding behind my eyelids.

He keeps going, thrusting and licking, riding me through my climax until I’m trembling and oversensitive, wiggling in his grip.

Finally, he lifts his head. His beard and lips are glistening with my juices, and when he meets my eyes, I see the raw possessiveness reflected at me, combined with a tenderness I’ve never seen from a man. He kisses my inner thigh, and then the other, before rising to his feet and reclaiming my mouth.

I can taste myself on his tongue. I whimper into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, ready for more.

So much more.

Cal

Watching Willow come apart against the tree is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s still trembling when I drag my mouth slowly up her body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses from her inner thigh to her hip. I want to taste every inch of her, but more than that, I need a second to get myself under control before I lose it completely.

Willow tastes sweeter than I could have imagined, with an edge of unexpected spiciness, that’s so very much her, that if I don’t give myself a chance to recover after the way she just lost control for me, I don't think I’ll be able to hold myself together long enough to give her exactly what she needs.

And now that I have this beautiful woman unwrapped in front of me, I’m going to make damned sure she knows how good it can feel to be with a man who wants her for her and not for any other reason.

She’s still trembling beneath me, her chest rising and falling as she works to come back to herself. Not that I’m going to give her much of a chance.

When my lips finally brush hers, she melts into the kiss, a moan slipping from her.

“Do you taste how fucking delicious you are, darling?” She trembles in my grip, and I bite her lower lip a little before I add, “I could stay right here and eat your sweet pussy all day long. But first, I’m going to fuck you until there’s no doubt left in that fiery head of yours about how bad I want you.”

She moans, and when I pull back, there’s a fresh flash of desire in her eyes.

She reaches for my shirt and tugs. “You’re wearing far too many clothes for a man who talks such a big game.”

I bite back a chuckle and, without hesitation, lift my t-shirt over my head and toss it somewhere behind me. Her eyes widen at the sight of my bare chest.

“That’s better,” she says with a grin and runs her hands over the ridges of my abs, making me groan. I capture both her wrists in one hand as she gets dangerously close to the hard mound in my jeans, straining for release.

“You don’t want me to touch you?”

“Darling, I want nothing more.” I release her long enough to undo my jeans and shove them to the ground, where I quickly step free of them and kick them behind me, leaving me fully exposed to her.

Willow makes a sound somewhere between a gasp and a groan at the sight of me. “You’re so…you’re huge.”

“Damn, girl.” I chuckle and shake my head, taking the opportunity of her distraction to run my hands down her sides once more. “You know how to make a guy feel good about himself.”