MOUNTAIN MADE BABY

PROLOGUE

His eyes held mine as he pushed inside me. I saw the passion written in their depths as he filled me, moving slowly so I could take him all in. I sighed.

“I…” I murmured.

He held my shoulders as he moved, a low growl escaping his throat as he began to pulse in me, his climax slowly building.

Mine was building, too, and I shook as we moved together, my entire body throbbing as all my pleasure places caught fire under his body. I had never had an experience like this until I met him.

I shuddered and closed my eyes until I could bear it no more. I cried out, and then he was moving inside me, thrusting wildly until he too cried out.

“Oh! Oh, baby! Oh man…”

He collapsed on top of me and our bodies molded together as we dozed.

As I lay there, my mind just returning from the place of intense wonder where it had been, I thought about how incredible it was to be here.

I could so easily have lived my life without knowing such pleasure existed.

If it hadn’t been for one letter, I would have been done.

I smiled. In this day and age, one doesn’t even expect to get letters anymore, but that was how it had all started. Without that, I would never have left my home in LA and traveled up to wild Wyoming, to Sheridan, and settled down.

My body felt as if I had been taken apart and put back together, every inch of me tingling and throbbing as he slid off me.

We lay together and he wrapped an arm round me, smiling down into my face.

“You enjoyed it too, eh?”

I smiled. “Yes. Of course.”

“Good.”

We lay like that, as we always did, with my head on his shoulder and my hand over his. I felt so safe there, so right. I stroked his hard body and he sighed.

“I am so glad we met,” I said contentedly.

He chuckled. “Goes without sayin’ I am.”

“Good.” I said it firmly and he chuckled.

“Pretty remarkable, though.”

“Yeah.”

We closed our eyes and I think he fell asleep—I could hear his regular breathing. But I was still awake. I was still thinking about the remarkable chain of events that had led to us being together.

Out in the yard I could hear a horse neigh and somewhere in the distance a tractor coughed to life, rumbling off across a field or down the street. I was so happy in this vast, barren landscape with its rural way and its huge sunsets.

I belongs here, I thought with a smile. Here everything is rugged and rough edged, like him. I rolled onto my side, looking at him more closely. He was made of muscle, with that surprisingly beautiful face—the long nose and firm jaw. His eyes were deep-set and looked to me the way a bear’s eyes do—fierce and strong and proud. A bear has black eyes, though, and his were leaden gray.

I reached out to run a finger down his straight nose and he stirred, his eyes opening.

“Mm?” he asked, seeing a question in my eyes. I laughed.

“I was just thinking you’re stunning,” I said innocently.

“Mm.” He sighed and closed his eyes again. I thought he was asleep, but then he kissed my forehead.

“Same to you.”

I thought my heart would melt.

I closed my eyes and snuggled close to I and thought about that day, that felt so long ago now, when I had received that letter that had caused us to meet and had changed everything.