Page 178 of Mountain Men Heroes
His smile widened and I felt it touch parts of me I wish his hands were on right that second.
“I think I'd rather show you than tell you,” he purred, causing my nipples to spike to hard points.
I looked around us. The day was cloudy with a chill nip to the wind. The road was empty. And I stood outside my childhood home wrapped in the arms of the man who I’d wanted to avoid at all costs.
And I liked standing there being held by him.
“I feel like this is a dream,” I murmur, my body coming alive with need.
He chuckled. “Me too, baby girl. But I need you wide awake for what I have in mind.”
“Oh? What do you have in mind?” My voice dipped to a husky whisper I didn’t know I had in me.
“Show you just how badly I crave you. See how wet I can make that pretty pussy of yours before I give you every inch of my throbbing cock. Do you live nearby? I think if we go to my place, we’ll run into too many people and I want you all to myself for a little while.”
“I live two blocks on the other side of Pete’s. 706 Sugarbush Lane.”
“Show me.”
A few minutes later we arrived at my apartment building.
My steps slowed. I stared at the building and tried to imagine what it looked like through Sawyer’s eyes.
The two-story building was a rectangle covered in fading brown siding and held two apartments, one on the first floor and my apartment on the second. A set of rickety wooden steps led up along the side of the house to the door of my apartment.
I always thought of it as quaint and cozy.
“Careful,” I warned Sawyer over my shoulder. “The step up here's a little wobbly.” I took a big step to avoid that one entirely. I’d tried to fix it before, but my carpentry skills seemed to leave a lot to be desired.
I dug my single key from the front pocket of my jeans and paused at the door. Was I really going to let Sawyer Becker into my home?
Before I could think of a way out of this, Sawyer slipped the key from my slightly shaky hand and slid it into the lock. With a gentle hand, so surprisingly gentle, at the small of my back, he guided me inside. He followed me in and shut the door behind us.
My eyes skimmed over the large studio, again taking stock and trying to see what Sawyer would see.
I’d fought with myself over spending money, money I couldn’t spare if I wanted to move to Syn City before I was rocking my grandchildren, on decorating the space. But I just couldn’t leave it in the shabby state it had been in when I first moved in. This place was my one haven.
I couldn’t help but wonder if it still looked shabby to Sawyer or if he could appreciate the pale yellow paint I’d skimmed over the walls, the billowy curtains on the windows, and the care I’d taken choosing furniture and decor.
I didn’t get a chance to gauge his reaction, though. I had just a second to slip out of the fleece he’d wrapped around me before he replaced the jacket with his whole body.
A gasp of surprise broke from me as Sawyer backed me against my front door and into a similar position as the one we’d been in in the pantry back at the Sugarbush Stand. His mouth came down on mine, hard and demanding. The room spun and the whole world melted away until it was only us. Right here. Right now. And I was helpless to do anything but open to him.
His tongue slid in against my own as his hands went to my hips. He tore his mouth from mine only to leave a trail of hot kisses against my jaw. He urged my legs around his waist, and a haze of desire pushed out all thought. I turned into nothing but sensation and wanting.
I didn’t need more urging. I complied with his unspoken demand, wrapping my legs around him, eager to once again feel the friction of his massive cock pressed against my throbbing clit.
He paused in his kissing to mutter, “Bed.”
I didn’t answer.
He didn’t give me a chance.
His hands slid down to cup my ass, holding me firmly against him as he twisted us. In a few long strides, he reached my bed and sent me tumbling down onto it the mass of soft comforters and pillows.
He stood over me pulling in harsh breaths. “Trying to go slow here, baby. Make it a good first time. But it’s a battle. I’ll be honest.”
This was slow? I resisted the urge to laugh. Wasn’t that hard considering he towered over me and I got to study every hard inch of him—his dark eyes blazing his desire at me, his broad shoulders, the sinewy muscles of his forearms exposed by the Henley he had pushed up to his elbows.