His Wild Desire: A Curvy Woman Mountain Man Romance (Rugged Peaks Book 1)

Chapter 6

The first pale streaks of dawn filter through the cabin”s tiny window, casting soft bands of golden light across the rumpled quilt tangled around my legs. I blink my eyes open slowly, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings, before the memories come trickling back in a warm rush.

Caleb.

My gaze drifts to the source of delicious heat cocooning me from behind, and a helpless smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.

Caleb is still sound asleep, his chiseled features relaxed. He looks so much younger in this unguarded state, the deep grooves of strain smoothed away from the corners of those full lips and the crease between his brows.

Unable to resist, my fingertips ghost over the sandpapery stubble lining that strong jaw, and a tiny shiver dances down my spine at the rasp of coarse hair against my skin.

Emboldened, I allow my gaze to wander further, tracing the broad expanse of his shoulders and the sinewy cords of muscle rippling beneath the tanned, hair-dusted skin of his arms. The quilt has slipped dangerously low, pooling at his narrow hips to reveal the dusting of dark hair arrowing downward from his navel in a trail that practically begs to be followed.

Heat blooms low in my core as I drink in every rugged, masculine inch of him. This close, the scent of pine and smoke and sheer maleness surrounds me, heady and intoxicating. I find myself leaning closer, drawn to his raw, earthy essence like a moth to a flame.

Caleb stirs with a sleepy grumble, his arm tightening around my waist to tug me flush against the solid wall of his chest. His nose grazes the sensitive skin just below my ear, and my eyes drift shut as his warm exhale sends tingles skittering across my flesh.

”Morning,” he rumbles, his gravelly voice still thick with sleep. Those brilliant blue eyes slowly blink open, holding my gaze with an intensity that has my pulse kicking up a notch.

”Morning,” I echo breathlessly.

His full lips curve into a lazy half-smile as he studies me through those ridiculously long lashes. ”You”re staring,” he murmurs, the low timbre of his voice vibrating against my skin.

”So?” I challenge, arching a brow. ”Maybe I like what I see.”

The words are out before I can rein them back. But instead of the teasing deflection I”d expected, Caleb”s eyes darken to a molten blue that has my heart stuttering in my chest.

”Is that so?” he drawls, the rough pads of his fingertips trailing a blazing path down the curve of my spine.

I can only manage a breathless nod. My tongue darts out to wet my suddenly dry lips, and I don”t miss the way Caleb”s gaze tracks the movement with hungry intensity.

Then his mouth is on mine, claiming me in a searing kiss that instantly has desire licking through my veins. His hand slides into my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss as his tongue sweeps between my parted lips.

A soft, needy whimper escapes the back of my throat as he rolls me onto my back, those big hands roaming with possessiveness, skimming the bare flesh of my thighs, bunching the worn flannel of his shirt higher. His rough fingertips leave a trail of delicious friction against my skin as he maps every dip and curve.

With a low, rumbling groan, he tugs the borrowed flannel up and over my head in one fluid motion, baring me to his smoldering gaze.

”Christ, you”re beautiful,” he murmurs reverently, and then his mouth is on me again, trailing down the valley between my breasts. My back arches as his teeth graze my nipple, the sharp sting sending shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting straight to my core.

”Caleb...” I moan his name, the sound catching in my throat as his clever tongue works its magic. My fingers tangle in those unruly dark locks, holding him to me like a lifeline.

His mouth moves to my other breast as his hands skim down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties, and with a swift tug, they”re gone, disappearing somewhere in the tangle of blankets, leaving me completely naked beneath him.

Caleb gives my nipple one last tug before pulling back and drinking in the sight of me, just like he did by the stream.

”You”re mine,” he rasps in a low, gravelly tone.

There”s no room for a teasing retort, no coy deflection. I can only nod mutely, utterly transfixed by the intensity blazing in those bright blue depths. In this moment, I am undeniably, unequivocally his.

He kneels between my thighs, spreading me wide, and my breath hitches as I feel his warm exhale against my slick folds. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he leans in to taste me.

The first swipe of his tongue is like a bolt of lightning, jolting me awake and setting my nerve endings ablaze. He laps at me hungrily, his tongue swirling and flicking, driving me wild. My fingers fist in the blankets, knuckles white, as I surrender to the pleasure he”s wringing from my body.

”You taste so damn good, princess,” he growls against my flesh, his warm breath sending a shiver of pleasure through me. ”I could feast on you all fucking day.”

Caleb”s fingers join then, sliding through my wetness to circle my clit, and I buck beneath him, a strangled cry torn from my lips. The dual sensations are too much, too intense, and yet I crave more, aching for that elusive peak just beyond my grasp.

”That”s it, baby,” he croons, his voice laced with dark promise. ”Ride my fingers. Take what you need.”

I obey, grinding against his hand as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, hitting that perfect spot that sets my entire body alight. His tongue never lets up, licking and sucking at my clit until I”m teetering on the edge of oblivion, my body tensed like a bowstring.

”Come for me,” he commands, his voice a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through me. ”I want to feel you come apart on my tongue.”

And with those words, I shatter, my orgasm barreling through me like a freight train, stealing my breath and leaving me boneless in its wake. Caleb”s hands and mouth never leave me, wringing every last drop of pleasure from my body before he finally, mercifully, allows me to drift back down to earth.

My breath comes in ragged pants as I try to regain my lost sense of equilibrium, but the respite is brief. Caleb leans back on his knees, his dark gray eyes ablaze with hunger, and I watch, entranced, as he pulls his thick, straining cock from his boxers.

The sight of him, so hard and ready for me, sparks a fresh flame of desire deep within my core. I sit up, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and reach for him, my fingers wrapping around his velvety soft shaft.

He groans at my touch, his hips bucking forward, and I marvel at the power I wield, the ability to bring this strong, rugged man to the brink of his control. I pump my hand up and down his length, my thumb swirling over the bead of precum that glistens on his crown.

”Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. ”You”re gonna make me come just like that.”

Emboldened by his words, I lean forward, my tongue flicking out to taste him. His flavor, musky and salty, ignites a primal need within me, and I take him into my mouth, my lips stretching to accommodate his girth.

Caleb”s guttural groan is music to my ears as I bob my head up and down, my tongue swirling and teasing, driving him wild with need. But just as I”m settling into a rhythm, he stops me, his hands fisting in my hair as he gently but firmly pulls me away.

”Not yet,” he murmurs, his voice a low, rumbling growl that resonates deep within me. ”I need to be inside you. Now.”

With a swift, fluid motion, he turns me around, positioning me on my hands and knees so that my ass is in the air, on full display for his hungry gaze. He palms my cheeks roughly, spreading me for him as his cock presses against my entrance.

Then, with one smooth, powerful thrust, he sheaths himself inside me.

I cry out at the sensation, the stretch and the fullness, as he fills me completely. He stills for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size, his hand sliding up my back to my neck, pulling me up to kiss me.

“This pussy is mine,” he says against my parted lips. “This ass. These tits. This impertinent mouth. Mine.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Yours.”

Seeming to accept my surrender, Caleb”s hips snap forward in a slow, powerful rhythm that has me falling back to all fours and keening with bone-deep fulfillment.

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he takes me, his thighs slapping against mine, the sound of our flesh meeting echoing through the cabin. The heat of our bodies mingles, creating a slick, delicious friction, and I know it won”t be long before I”m soaring again.

He slides one hand around to my clit, his fingers teasing and circling, and I buck beneath him, a strangled cry torn from my throat as I meet him thrust for thrust.

”Let go for me, darlin”,” he rasps, the roughness of his tone a sinful caress. ”I”ve got you.”

Caleb”s thumb presses down on my clit, the sharp, intense sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I can feel him swelling inside me, his cock growing even harder, and I know that he”s close, that he”s teetering on the edge of his own release.

But I can’t hold back. I cry out as the orgasm wracks my body, my vision going black as Caleb continues to move inside me, his cock gliding in and out of my slick, pulsing channel.

”Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groans, his voice strained, his hips slamming against mine.

The thought sends a fresh surge of pleasure through me, and I clench around him, my body milking him for all he”s worth.

And with a final, powerful thrust, he stills, his cock buried deep inside me as he comes, his release echoed by a guttural, primal roar that fills the cabin.

Caleb”s body shudders against mine as the last of his release leaves him, and he slumps forward, his arms wrapping around me. His warm breath fans against my neck, and I can feel his heartbeat”s steady, calming rhythm against my back.

When I finally turn in his arms to face him, I find Caleb gazing at me with an expression of such naked awe and reverence that it nearly steals my breath all over again. He brushes a knuckle along my jaw, his touch infinitely gentle despite those rough callouses.

”You okay?” he rumbles, the gravelly timbre laced with unmistakable tenderness that has my heart constricting.

”Yeah,” I breathe in a hushed whisper. ”Better than okay.”

His lips quirk in a faint, lopsided smile before dipping down to brush over mine in the barest ghost of a kiss, achingly sweet. When he moves to roll off me, I tighten my arms around those broad shoulders with a protesting hum.

”Stay,” I murmur against his kiss-swollen mouth, unwilling to surrender this cocoon of shared body heat quite yet.

Caleb”s answering chuckle is a deep, rumbling baritone that vibrates straight through to my bones. ”Yes, ma”am,” he acquiesces, shifting just enough to settle me against his chest.

With a contented sigh, I tuck my face into the warm hollow of his throat and simply breathe him in—pine and wood smoke and man. Caleb”s fingers trail in idle patterns along the dip of my spine, raising delicious shivers that have nothing to do with chill.

We lay there for long, languid moments, our mingled breaths evening out in the intimate stillness. Outside, the first golden rays of dawn have crested over the rugged peaks, bathing the little cabin in a warm, hazy glow.

It feels almost dreamlike, this perfect slice of serenity.

All too soon, however, the nagging demands of the day encroach upon our intimate sanctuary. With a grumble of reluctance, Caleb allows me to roll out of that deliciously rumpled cocoon and pad across the rough-hewn floorboards, reveling in the simple joy of being able to move without hindrance after days of enforced rest. The dull ache in my ankle is fading, thanks to Caleb”s expert care and the blissful downtime.

Grabbing my cosmetic bag, I steal a sidelong glance at the rumpled figure lounging in bed. Caleb”s eyes track my movements with undisguised appreciation, his gaze lingering on the exposed curves left tantalizingly bare. A shiver skitters down my spine as our eyes meet, the heated promise in those brilliant blue depths leaving me momentarily breathless.

Forcing myself to tear my gaze away, I make my way to the tiny bathroom, silently marveling at how quickly the dynamic between us has shifted. Just days ago, I was convinced this gruff, uncouth man would prove to be nothing more than a temporary blip in my carefully curated life.

Yet somehow, against all odds, Caleb Stone has managed to awaken a part of me I never knew existed—a primal, uninhibited piece of my soul that”s been lying dormant for far too long.

As I splash cool water on my face and run a brush through my hopelessly tousled locks, I can”t quite shake the nagging sense of trepidation gnawing at the edges of my euphoria. As magical as these stolen moments with Caleb have been, they exist in a sort of idyllic bubble, separate from the harsh realities waiting for me back in the city.

My chest constricts at the thought of returning to that high-pressure world of endless meetings, artificial connections, and a life dictated by the never-ending pursuit of success. But could I truly walk away from everything I”ve worked so hard to build?

The mouthwatering aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon wafts through the cabin, effectively derailing my spiraling train of thought. Tucking those worries away, I take a steadying breath and head back into the main room, determined to stay firmly rooted in this perfect, uncomplicated moment for as long as I can.

Caleb is already up and padding around the small kitchen area with familiar ease. Unable to resist, I lean against the rough wooden wall, openly drinking in the sight of him as he tends to the sizzling skillet. The muscles in his broad back ripple with every movement, and I find my gaze tracing the intricate patterns of faded ink scattered across his sculpted shoulders and arms.

”See something you like?” he rumbles without turning around, as if sensing the weight of my lingering stare.

”Maybe,” I murmur, allowing my eyes to slowly rake over every ridiculously appealing inch of him.

Caleb”s deep chuckle resonates straight through me as I pad barefoot across the creaky floorboards to join him. Without a word, he slides a steaming mug of coffee across the battered wooden counter.

”Don”t get used to the special treatment, city girl,” he warns gruffly, though the softness in those blue depths belies the harshness of his tone. ”I fully expect you to pitch in and earn your keep around here from now on.”

I scoff and take a pointed sip of the perfectly sweetened coffee. ”Oh yeah? Well, I”ll have you know that I”m an excellent... uh... coffee drinker. Among other things.”

”Is that so?” His grin is all sharp edges and wicked promise as he scoops the last of the scrambled eggs onto the plates. ”Guess I”ll just have to put those other mysterious talents of yours to the test then.”

The heated look he pins me with is enough to set my pulse galloping anew, desire swirling thick and hot in my veins. Before I can formulate a sufficiently snarky retort, however, the distant rumble of an approaching engine breaks through the cozy intimacy of our flirtatious banter.

I freeze, the mug suspended halfway to my lips as the sound grows steadily louder, more insistent. Caleb”s brow furrows almost imperceptibly, and our eyes meet in a loaded glance, the reminder of the outside world suddenly an intrusive weight hanging heavy between us.

Of course I knew this secluded paradise was merely a temporary reprieve, but some irrational part of me had allowed myself to become swept up in the fantasy of remaining cocooned in this perfect bubble forever, untouched by the stresses and demands of my real life.

Caleb”s expression is carefully blank as he sets the plates down with a dull clatter, his jaw ticking almost imperceptibly as he moves toward the cabin door.

My throat constricts as a thousand unspoken questions threaten to tumble forth in a tangled rush. What happens now? Do I gather my things and hike back down the trail, leaving this wild indulgence as nothing more than an incredible memory?

Or is there a chance—however infinitesimal—that we could somehow make this insane, unconventional thing between us work?