Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(89)

“You want to just live in this apartment together? I thought we’d make it our own by finding a new place or tearing down the walls.”

“What if we stay in this apartment in the city and get our own place in Honey Mountain? We both love getting away from the hustle and bustle here. We could spend our weekends there.”

“Ahhhh… I like the sound of that. We could ski naked on the slopes in the winter and skinny dip in the lake in the summer.” His mouth was back on me as he pulled down the sheet and covered my breast with his lips. His tongue was warm and silky as he circled my nipple.

“I will never ski naked,” I groaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Never say never, Minx.”

“I’ll go in the lake naked with you, but not in the snow.”

He moved to the other breast, and my eyes fell closed. His hand trailed down my belly and stopped between my legs, and he stroked me a few times.

“What else won’t you do?” he asked as he lifted his head to look at me again. His fingers were still moving between my legs, and I was so turned on, I couldn’t think straight.

“There’s nothing else I wouldn’t do,” I whispered.

“Me either. I want to do everything with you.” He reached for the nightstand, and I wrapped my fingers around his forearm.

“I’ve never been with anyone without protection, and I’m on the pill now.”

“I haven’t either. I’d fucking love to feel you wrapped around my cock with nothing between us.”

“Me, too.”

He was fast, but I was ready. He flipped us over and settled me above him, as he was now flat on his back, and I was straddling his waist. His hands were on my hips as I shifted, centering myself just above his erection. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and teased my entrance.

“Is this what you want, big, bad Wolf?”

“You’re what I fucking want,” he growled.

“I’m yours.” I slowly moved down, taking him in, inch by inch. My head fell back at the feel of him bare inside me.

“Fuck,” he hissed. His hand came up to the side of my neck, his thumb gently tracing my jawline. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You do, too,” I groaned as I started to move. Up and down. Slowly at first. He tugged me closer so my mouth was on his. My lips parted, allowing his tongue inside as he kissed me deeper. His fingers tangled in my hair as we found our rhythm.

We kissed, and we moved together for so long that my entire body was tingling. A layer of sweat covered my back and neck, but I didn’t want to stop.

I never wanted to stop.

This man had made me want things I never thought I’d want.

A commitment.

A future.

A home.

And so much more.

“I love you, baby,” he said when I lifted my lips from his and started to move faster. My head fell back, and my hair trailed behind me, grazing the tops of his thighs. One of his hands moved to my hip, controlling the pace, as the other covered my breast, and he tweaked my nipple.

Faster.

Needier.

Our breaths were frantic and labored.

Our bodies crashed into one another over and over.

Again and again.

“Come for me, Minx.” His voice was so sexy, and his hand moved between us, knowing just what I needed. And that was all it took.

I exploded.

The brightest colors lit behind my eyes as an overwhelming orgasm ripped through my body. Wolf didn’t miss a beat. He pumped harder and faster.

He shouted my name as he went over the edge right along with me, and we both continued to move together.

Riding out every last bit of pleasure.

“I love you,” I said as I fell forward, and he wrapped his arms around me.

I’d never thought I’d be a woman who would tell a man I loved him every day, least of all during sex.

But I’d felt it.

Oh, man, had I felt it.

And I wasn’t afraid of it. I wasn’t afraid of falling hard for this man because I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he would always catch me.

He was the big, bad Wolf to the rest of the world.

But to me, he was just—everything.

My lover.

My best friend.

And my heart.

When our breathing settled, he rolled me to the side and smiled before pulling out slowly. He pushed to his feet.

“You don’t need to dispose of a condom,” I reminded him.

“I know.” He walked into the bathroom, and I heard the water turn on before he came striding toward me with a towel. He gently pushed my legs apart, and the warmth of the towel hit my center.

He took his time cleaning me up, and it might have just been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

And keep in mind, the man had just skied down a mountain wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs a week ago, so topping that was no easy feat.

But this kind of care, coming from this gruff, tough man—it did something to me.

“That was sexy,” I said, as he continued to move the towel between my legs.

“You’re sexy.” He dropped it onto the floor and then moved to sit beside me, pulling me back into his arms.

“Do you ever think about getting married? Having kids?” he asked.

“I never used to. But I think about it sometimes now.”