Matched to the Mountain Man (Mountain Man Mail Order Bride)

Jamie

F uck. I want her.

I don't want to admit that there's anything to that website and their matching technology, or whatever it is they call it, but... damn.

I don't even realize I've been holding my breath, hoping like hell that Ella likes what she sees, until her plump lips curl up into that sweet smile and she tells me she's going to like it here.

She sure is.

I'm going to make sure of it.

She's only been in my home for a few minutes and it already feels different. Better.

I'm going to like having her here. Very, very much.

I knew that within seconds of laying eyes on her.

Call it a match. Or fate. Or whatever else you like. I don't fucking care.

The only thing I care about is that Ella is standing here in my cabin looking at me with those eyes, making me feel like a fucking god.

"You're even more beautiful in person." I can't stay away from her for a moment longer. I cross the distance between us with one stride and pull her close. "I'm trying, Ella. But it's too fucking hard to keep my hands off you."

She tips her head back and looks up into my eyes. "So, don't."

I don't need to be asked twice. With my free hand, I hold her head in place and my lips crush hers into another kiss. This one is deeper and far less constrained than our first kiss.

She yields against my mouth, her lips soft and pliant under mine. A groan slips from her throat as my tongue pushes into her mouth, tangling with hers.

But it's not enough. I want more. I need more.

My hand slides down over her thick sweater to cup her legging-clad ass. The perfect handful. I growl into her mouth as I squeeze, kneading my fingers into her flesh.

I rock my hips into her, the hard ridge of my cock pressing against her belly so she knows exactly what she does to me and how badly I want her.

"Oh."

"That's what you do to me, sweetheart." My voice is gruff and rough against her neck. "From the moment I saw you."

My mouth is on her neck, licking and sucking. She's wiggling closer to me, rubbing her body against my raging hard erection. "Careful, sweetheart," I warn.

I plan on coming. Hard. But not like this. Not yet.

Not. Even. Close.

"Sorry." Her body stills and she pulls away. Just a little, but it's too much. I want her closer. "I didn't mean to?—"

"You have nothing to be sorry for." I reach for her, but before I pull her back to me, I let my hands skim down her sides to the hem of her sweater. "I don't want to rush this. And maybe we should?—"

"No."

Fuck yes. She is perfect.

I kiss her again until she's once more moaning, liquefying under my touch.

"I need to see you," I say. "All of you."

Ella freezes, her eyes growing wide. "I don't know," she says. "I'm not really?—"

"You're perfect." I press a finger to her lips and stare into her eyes. "And I will not have you saying otherwise about my girl, understand?"

With my finger still on her lips, she nods.

"Now," I soften my voice. "Can I take this sweater off and see just how fucking perfect you are, Ella?"

Again, she nods.

Slowly, I lift the sweater up and over her head until she's standing in only her bra and leggings. Her tits are big and full, spilling from the confines of the lacy bra she wears.

My cock twitches in my jeans as I let my fingers trace the swell of each breast before dipping between them. She gasps when I drag my finger over a nipple, feeling it pebble into a hard point under my touch, before turning my attention to the other.

Ella's breath is coming hard and fast by the time I'm finished my simple exploration. She thrusts her tits out toward me and I bury my face between them, my beard scratching her soft skin while I lose myself in their full, ripe, lusciousness.

". That's... oh... it feels so good. I can't even..." She can't form a complete sentence and I love it.

I lift my head to look at her sweet face again. Her eyes are wide with shock and awe and something else that stops me. "Sweetheart?" Ella focuses on me. "Have you done this before?"