He pushed me back down to the floor as the kiss became more savage. I clawed desperately at his shirt, he pulled at mine, then snatched away from our kiss long enough to yank the damn thing over my head.

He looked at my breasts beneath my lace bra. The look in his eyes was so intense and heated I felt as if I had never been looked at before by a man. He splayed his large hands around the weight of my breast and groaned. Running his index finger along the inside of the lace he brushed it against my nipple. It shot through me like a bolt of electricity. I reared back at the jolt.

Our eyes locked and his were so dark and mysterious with desire, my stomach lurched. Transfixed, I watched a myriad of emotions roll across his face. Yes, I had caught glimpses of lust in his eyes before, but he hadn’t looked at me like this. With such burning need. As if he had been denied too long. As if he wanted to devour me.

All our time together had consisted of him building a wall between us, and yet, at that moment, I felt as if I’d known him forever. As if I had always belonged to him, body and soul. There was no one else but him.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me these last days?” he asked hoarsely.

Exhilaration tore through me. “Show me.”

He pulled the lace down so that the tip of my nipple sat above it. He growled with lust at the sight. His face was a blur as his mouth swooped down. I nearly screamed when it latched on to my flesh and he immediately began to suck, hard. His other hand reached down to my panties, as I lost my last grip on sanity. My hips bucked when his tongue flicked at my nub.

Crouched over me he began to undress quickly. I watched with widened eyes.

Naked, he was the most glorious combination of bulging sinew, strength, manly angles, and beautiful blue tattoos. Awestruck, I ran my hands down his wide chest, his rock hard stomach, then moved lower to grip his thick erection in my hands. Still on his knees, he dropped his head backwards and arched his back as he relished the feeling.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so sexy. You’re driving me wild.” He pulled himself out of my grasp and curled in on himself, almost to a ball, to slow down his physical responses. When he unfolded his frame, he pushed me back down to the floor. He kissed my neck and ran his hand to the back of my hair.

Cade licked and kissed his way down my neck, along my clavicle and to my breasts. I have large breasts for my small frame, a fact that I hated while I was at school. He sucked on one nipple and ran his thumb around the other.

I arched my back to let him know I liked it and pushed my pelvis into him. He was listening intently to my physical cues because his tongue picked up the motion of his thumb over my nipple and his other hand slipped down my stomach into my panties. It only took him a second to find the exact spot he needed to be.

Ahhhh! I ached with pleasure. I pulled my knees up and widened my legs. I wanted more. I was out of my mind, on the verge of ecstasy.

“Wait …” he panted. “We don’t have … do you have anything?”

“No,” I said. “I mean, I do in my car. Don’t you have anything?”

“Hell no. I live alone on a mountain. I never expected to be in this position.”

We looked at each other. His eyes were glazed, desire poured out of every pore on the man’s body. In the quiet of the cabin, his heart was as loud as a drum.

“Fuck,” he swore.

“I’m not one to be risky with my body. I only see one option here.”

“I see sixty-nine of them.”

I would have laughed out loud, but my body was on the precipice of orgasm.

“Ladies first,” he said, roughly grabbing my legs.

I squealed as he opened my thighs wide. Without any kind of warning he placed his hot mouth between my legs and sucked my whole pussy into his mouth. In the history of quick orgasms, none could possibly equal mine.

Grabbing his head, I climaxed.

Just like that.

Gushing into his mouth, screaming his name, and thrashing my limbs, while he held my clit captive and growled with satisfaction for having so effortlessly made me soar free. It was amazing, and I was still whimpering when it was over. The delicious sensation of his beard against my inner thighs and his lapping tongue made me determined to make him scream my name too.

“Your turn,” I announced, lifting my head up, even though I still felt almost dizzy after such a hard climax.