Billionaire Mountain Man

I still struggled to believe that he could possibly want me as much as I wanted him. Love me as much as I loved him, but the evidence was right there. In every sound, every movement, every intense stare.

&nbs

p; He interrupted my thoughts. “What are you thinking?”

“That you are every dream that I have ever had, come true. I can’t believe that I get to touch you. You?”

“Pretty much the same. Just dirtier. It’s hard to think right now.” He gritted out.

I cocked an eyebrow and played with his waistband, grinding my center against his erection. “Pun intended?”

He moaned. “It wasn’t, actually.”

His moan and the way that his hips moved with mine as if they had a mind of their own drove me out of my mind.

I slid my leg back so I was no longer straddling him and moved to rid him of his briefs. He lifted his hips. My eyes widened as his erection sprung free. An involuntary moan escaped from my lips.

As if my moan were the starting pistol, he moved lightning fast. The very next second, I was on my back. His hips pinned me to the bed. His tip strained at my entrance. I shuddered with anticipation, with need.

“I want to make love to you now. That okay?” His forehead rested against mine, eyes holding mine.

“Please,” I breathed.

He shifted, propping his weight up on his elbows. “I love you, Gabrielle Ralls.”

“I love you too, James Skye.” He didn’t break eye contact as he pushed into me. We both cried out as he slid home.

He didn’t break eye contact when he started to move. Slow, deep strokes that filled every inch of me.

Tension knotted in my stomach and my core. I arched my back, pressing my breasts to his chest. He read me like an open book, moving faster. Harder. My hips moved with his, meeting him stroke for stroke.

His eyes still never left mine, even as they grew more hooded. Darker. I recognized the look in his eyes. He was getting close.

God, how I needed to see him come apart. I wanted his pleasure as much as I wanted my own. His rhythmic strokes drove into me, sending me higher and higher. Closer and closer.

His breathing became ragged and uneven. My moans permeated the air around us. I angled my hips so his pubic bone would rub against my clit.

Pleasure spread through my core. Almost. James sensed what I needed. He moved faster, pressing his pubic bone to me on each thrust.

My breathing became erratic. White lights exploded behind my eyes. He moved faster still until he hit every spot exactly the way that I needed him to.

My sex pulsed. “James.”

I went flying over the edge with his next stroke. My entire existence was reduced to pleasure. Wave after wave of it crashed into me, spreading from my core to every nerve in my body.

“God, that was beautiful,” James growled, moving faster, chasing his own release. His eyes still burned into mine. His thighs trembled, and the muscles in his back tensed under my palms.

His eyes fluttered closed, and he groaned. His moans ran into one. There. His cock twitched deep inside of me as he came undone, my name on his lips.

When we finally stilled, James rolled onto his back and cradled me to his chest. We were lost in our thoughts as our heartbeats returned to their regular pace. One of his hands stroked my hair. The other intertwined with mine on his taut stomach.

“James?” My voice was barely more than a whisper.

“Hmm?”

I lifted my head to look into his eyes. “Thank you.”

His eyes widened. He seemed genuinely puzzled; then puzzlement gave way to mischief.