Her Older Mountain Man - Page 6

Chapter 4

Owen

Even though I would love to bring her to my bed and feast on her gorgeous body and make her mine, I don’t push Colette any further after our kiss. She pulls away from me with a shaky laugh to stand up and yank me to my feet, demanding to see more of my mountain. And I’m happy to show her as much as we can pack into the waning afternoon light. Everything else can wait.

She laughs with delight whenever another animal comes up to visit us, from the grumpy marmots to the delicate little birds in the trees. I follow her around the woods as she crouches down in the brush to take pictures of the tiniest insects, and once or twice, I lift her up so she can get a better shot of something. It’s so much fun, and our chemistry is easy and natural. Every second with her is priceless to me.

She’s funny, too. We eat sandwiches on the porch for dinner as the sun sets, a shared blanket draped across our laps, and she cracks jokes and tells stories that have me clutching my belly and laughing myself hoarse.

“And that’s how my best friend met her boyfriend,” Colette concludes and takes a big bite of her sandwich.

I take a deep breath, belly aching from laughter. “Honestly, I think I’d die of embarrassment if I met someone that way.”

Colette shrugs. “You met me while I was screaming at your door in the middle of the night.”

“True,” I say. “That can be our funny story about how we met.”

She coughs suddenly. “You think so?”

I pop the rest of my sandwich into my mouth. “I do,” I tell her after I swallow.

She sets her sandwich aside and scooches closer to me. I look over at her and reach over, taking her hand in mine to twine our fingers together. And we sit like that for a little while, watching the sun set. No more talking. She grips my hand tightly in hers, and I sneak glances at her every so often as she looks out at the horizon.

There’s no way I can let this woman go. She stole my heart the second she pounded on my front door, and I plan to let her keep it forever. Her and the baby—the family I didn’t know that I wanted so desperately until it dropped unexpectedly into my lap.

I don’t know Luke Barnes at all, but he must be a fucking idiot. I already called his father this morning to tell him that our business has concluded forever.

“Colette,” I tell her, my voice soft. “I’m crazy about you.”

She turns and gives me a small, soft smile. “Yeah?”

I nod and lean forward to drop a soft kiss on her temple. “Yeah.”

She burrows into my neck and inhales deeply. “I’ve got it bad for you, too, I think.” She looks back up at me, so warm and beautiful, and I pull her closer to taste her plush lips and feel her soft body against mine. She nips at my lower lip and our kiss turns heated. I’m starving for her, I think as my lips drift to her ear. She inhales sharply as I suck her earlobe, and I let my hands trace her generous curves.

I cup a breast, letting my thumb tease her hard nipple through the fabric of her shirt, and she groans before leaning in to kiss my neck and run her hands up my chest and along the muscles of my shoulders. She inspires all of the primitive parts of me—I want to cover her body with mine, make her weep with pleasure and then protect her while she sleeps.

Mine.

“Lay back,” I rumble as I stroke a hand along her thigh, fingers tracing along the inside seam of her leggings and up to her heated center. “I want to see you.”

Desire sparks in her luminous brown eyes, and she scoots back as I pull the blanket from our laps and spread it out on the wooden porch floorboards behind her, her legs stretching out along the porch steps. She lays back and I briefly give in to the urge to stretch out on top of her. I kiss her again, hot and demanding as I grind my hard cock in the vee of her thighs. Sitting up, I pull off her sneakers before I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her leggings, dragging them down with her panties to expose her to my starving gaze.

“Look at you,” I groan as I kneel on the steps between her spread thighs.

Colette settles back on the soft blanket as I lower myself until I’m eye level with her pussy. I place a gentle kiss on her little clit, just peeking out from her swollen folds. She inhales harshly and I do it again, laving it with my tongue before pursing my lips to gently suck and nibble the swelling flesh.

Her hands stroke along her belly and thighs as I hungrily lick her tender pussy, and finally, as she groans my name, I decide to play a little more and indulge my fantasy.

“Hold your hands above your head,” I tell her as I slide a single finger into her wet channel. She ignores me, wiggling her hips to thrust against my unmoving hand. I reach up and push her hands back to rest on the floorboards above her head. “Isaidhold your hands above your head.”

Her pussy pulses around my finger, and I can tell that she likes being bossed around like that. Maybe as much as I like doing it. I smile and duck down to lick her clit some more, smoothly moving my finger in and out before adding a second finger. She moans and rocks her hips against my face as I lick faster, spurred on by her response.

“Don’t move,” I tell her as my fingers fuck in and out. “And don’t come until I say you can.”

She grits her teeth and nods, and I lower my head again to feast on her, fingers in her wet channel as my other hand reaches down to unbutton my jeans and palm my aching cock. I’m so fucking turned on that it won’t take me long to come with her.

My angel is so tight and wet around my fingers that I can only imagine how good it will feel to sink my cock inside of her, but there’s plenty of time for that. Her pussy flutters around my thrusting fingers as I pump my cock in a tight fist, and it doesn’t take long before I know we’re both on the edge.