Page 266 of Mountain Men Heroes

"Hey, baby, are you okay?"

Mac's gruff voice startled me at first. I hadn’t heard him drive up or come inside, but I soon relaxed into his arms as he slid them around me.

“You looked like you were caught up in a spell,” he murmured so close to my ear, his words made me shiver. I finally opened my eyes and looked at him. "I feel so...so..."

If I told him I felt like home, that gave him power over me. But he’d been nothing but accepting and kind to me since the day I dropped news of our little surprise on him.

Damn my parents for giving me so much fear and robbing me of the one thing I wanted to give Mac most—my full trust.

He scanned my face and a small grin touched the corner of his lips. "Something you want to share?” He paused. “What’s bothering you?"

“How can you tell?”

"Your eyes are the most incredible blue I've ever seen. The blue turns electric, dark, and bright all at once when you’re torn about something. Your first day here I witnessed what had to be five different shades with how your emotions bounced around so much."

I stood, transfixed by his touch and his words. And then his scent came to me. I inhaled deeply, pulling in the freshness of the forest and the musk mixed with the sweat drying on his skin. He’d been out running by the looks of it. Or at a gym.

I pressed my face into his chest and inhaled again, nuzzling his bare skin. "You smell so good."

He laughed. "I need a shower. Sawyer had me running around town all damn day. Then he wanted to go for a jog and talk." Darkness crossed Mac’s face and for the first time, I wondered about his demons. What could possibly have put such a dark, haunted look in his eyes?

When he noticed me looking, he pressed a kiss on top of my head and let me go, walking into the kitchen.

With a little distance between us, I could see him better. He wore only a pair of mesh basketball shorts. His feet and chest bare. His skin glistened with sweat. Between the scent of him that filled my head and the sight of him, that made my pulse leap, a desire unlike anything I'd ever felt washed through me.

I stalked toward him, my gaze glued to the muscles of his chest and abdomen as they rippled with his movements as he got a glass of water from the tap. My eyes tracked the movement of his throat as he swallowed the water in a few big gulps.

By the time I rounded the end of the kitchen island, he placed the glass in the sink and finally realized I was headed his way. "Gabriella?"

"I don't want to wait until after you shower." My voice sounded sexy and sultry in a way that made it barely recognizable as my own.

When I reached Mac, I didn't hesitate. We both needed this release. I lifted my hands to his shoulders and slid them down, giving in to my desire to feel the hard muscles there. I slid my hands down over his pectorals, lower over his ribcage, and lower still, lingering on the eight pack that covered his abdomen.

"I love the way you feel. Every bit of you is so hard," I whispered and then leaned forward and flicked the tip of my tongue over his nipple. "And the way you smell. Fuck Mac, I have to have you. Now!"

I stretched up on my tiptoes and captured his mouth with my own, flicking my tongue over his lips until he let me inside.

His hands moved to my hips and clenched once and then again while I kissed him with a ferocity I didn't know I possessed.

I pulled back. "I love the way you taste."

His eyes blazed down at me. The only sound he made was a growl that came from deep in the back of his throat.

"I want to taste more of you." I kissed my way down his chest, lower to his abdomen, slowly licking and teasing my way down to the waistband of his shorts.

I wasted no time pushing them down and urging his hard cock out of them. His erection bobbed up and I couldn't help myself. I licked the tip dripping with pre-cum and moaned when the first drop of the salty liquid hit my tongue. I opened my mouth and eased as much of him inside as I could, stopping only when he hit the back of my throat.

"God, Gabriella." He buried his hands in my hair, pulling me back and forth on the long length of his shaft.

I looked up at him from underneath my lashes as my tongue caressed the length of him on the way up to his tip and then I immediately slid my mouth back over him, swallowing as much of him as possible.

He groaned again, and his control snapped. He pulled me off his dick, reached down, and grabbed me under the arms, hauling me up to sit on the kitchen counter. He made quick work of stripping me of my jeans and the little black panties I put on that morning. And before either of us thought of a bed or couch, he was in me, filling me until I had not a bit of room left inside me.

"You're so wet," he growled in my ear. "I think my beautiful girl got off on sucking my cock."

Small mewling sounds escaped me as I slid my hands over his back, digging my nails into the skin there. I titled my hips forward to take him even deeper.

"Tell me, Gabriella. Tell me how much you love sucking me off."