Claimed by the Mountain Man (Mountain Man Mail Order Bride)

CHAPTER SIX

LOGAN

Samantha’s body was slick and warm against mine as I carried her from the shower, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Her mouth found my neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and I swore under my breath, my grip tightening on her thighs. She had no idea what she did to me—how completely she unraveled me with a single look, a single word.

By the time I laid her down on the bed, I was barely holding on to my self-control. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her skin still damp and glowing, her hair splayed out across the pillow like a dark halo. “You’re gorgeous,” I said, my voice rough, almost unrecognizable.

She reached for me, her eyes full of trust. “Logan.”

I climbed onto the bed, settling between her thighs. She was already wet—her scent filled the air, sweet and intoxicating, and I couldn’t wait another second to taste her.

But first, I wanted to explore her. All of her.

I kissed her hard, my tongue sliding against hers as I let my hands roam over her body. Her skin was warm and soft beneath my palms, every curve and dip more amazing than the last. I started at her neck, kissing and nibbling the delicate skin there. My hands slid down her sides, brushing over her hips, her thighs, before moving back up to cup her breasts. They were soft and full, her nipples already hard and begging for my attention. I took one into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. She let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in my hair as I moved to the other, giving it the same treatment.

“That feels... oh my God.” She arched into my touch.

“You like that?” I teased her nipple with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “Please, don’t stop.”

I wouldn’t have stopped if the cabin had caught fire. Her skin was soft under my hands, her body trembling as I kissed my way down her stomach. When I reached the curve of her hips, I paused, looking up at her. Her chest was heaving, her eyes dark with want.

“I need to taste you.”

She nodded, biting her lip. “Yes.”

I kissed the inside of her thigh, working my way toward the heat between her legs. She was so wet, her pussy glistening, and the sight alone nearly made me come. I spread her open with my thumbs, leaning in to run my tongue over her clit. Her whole body jerked, a sharp cry escaping her lips.

“Fuck.” I licked her again, slower this time, circling her clit before dipping lower. My tongue slid along her folds, drinking her in, and she moaned, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.

“Oh, Logan,” she gasped, her hips rolling against my mouth. “That feels so good.”

I slid my hands under her ass, pulling her closer as I sucked on her clit, swirling my tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. She cried out, her hands fisting the sheets as I slid a finger inside her, then a second. She was so tight, her pussy gripping me as I worked her gently, curling my fingers to find the spot that made her gasp.

Her moans grew louder, her body tensing as I brought her closer to the edge. “Let go for me, sweetheart,” I murmured, my breath hot against her. “I want to feel you come.”

Her orgasm hit her hard, her body arching off the bed as she cried out my name. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers, soaking me with her release, and I didn’t stop tasting her or touching her until she was trembling, her hands tugging weakly at my hair.

When I finally pulled back, her eyes were glassy, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. “I don’t even know what to call that,” she said, a breathless laugh slipping free. “It felt... like fire and heaven at once.”

“Good,” I said, grinning as I moved up her body. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

I kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips as I settled between her thighs. She reached down, her small hand wrapping around my cock, and I groaned, the feel of her touch nearly undoing me. “You’re so big,” she whispered, stroking me slowly.

I pumped into her hand. “And you’re so wet. You can take me, baby.”

“Oh, yes,” she breathed, guiding me to her entrance.

I pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. But it took everything I had not to lose myself in the hot grip of her pussy. She was so tight, stretching around me. When I was fully seated, I stilled, my forehead resting against hers as I fought for control. “You feel incredible.”

“So do you,” she whispered, her hands gripping my shoulders. “Move, Logan. Please.”

I couldn’t turn down her plea. I moved, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Her moans spurred me on, and I picked up the pace, each stroke deeper than the last. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her nails digging into my back as she met me thrust for thrust.

“I’m so close.” Her head fell back against the pillow.

I reached between us to circle her clit with my thumb. “Come with me, Samantha. I need to feel you.”

She cried out, her body clenching around me as she came, her pussy gripping me so tightly it pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep, groaning her name as my release hit, the pleasure so intense it left me trembling.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, our bodies tangled, our breathing ragged. Then I rolled to the side, pulling her with me, keeping her close.

“You okay?” I brushed her hair back from her face.

She smiled, her eyes full of something I didn’t deserve. “I’m perfect.”

I kissed her forehead, my arms tightening around her. “Yes, you are.”

And I’m never letting you go. Those words whispered in my head as I drew the cover up over us. There was no way I was sending her away now.