Sheltered by the Surly Forester (Wolfe Mountain Men #6)

Chapter 15

15

JOSH

I ’ve learned that Emie sometimes needs a few seconds to collect her thoughts, so I wait patiently while she stares at me.

"I love you, too," she finally whispers. "I didn't think…you know, believe…that we could really…"

She trails off, so I stretch forward to kiss her lightly. "I don't know if I ever really believed I'd find someone, either. Didn't know how to go about it. I just hoped."

Standing up, I pull Emie to her feet to wrap my arms around her. "I've never believed in fate, or soul mates, or any of that stuff. But it was honestly only around sixty seconds after I finally admitted to myself that I was lonely that I got the call from James to look for you. And there you were: the beautiful, sweet, creative, adorable girl of my dreams." I try to scowl. "Even though she still doesn't know how to rest very well, dammit."

"Our relationship started with a call from the cops." She giggles sweetly. "How are we going to explain that to our kids someday?" She pauses. "Um – assuming you want them. Like, way, way down the road."

"Our family is already huge, but I'm still hoping for one or two."

"Perfect."

"Yes, you are." I stand behind her, grab her by the waist, and march her straight into the bedroom.

I keep her standing in front of the reflection in the full length mirror as I peel her shirt up and over her head. My hands skim up her waist as I cup her breasts while Emie leans back against me.

"You're so sexy. I'm going to worship this beautiful body day in and day out."

"You don't have a steady day job. I don't know what I'm doing yet. What's going to happen if we decide never to get out of bed?"

Spinning her, I dip Emie back to kiss along her throat, then down to her peaked nipple. "We'll leave the bed for food and coffee. That will be enough."

I lean her farther back, bending down to kiss around her breasts, then pull her nipple into my mouth. She hums, clutching the back of my neck. Then she gasps as my teeth scrape across her sensitive skin.

"You know I'm going to be putting some photos or paintings in here eventually, right?"

"Of course," I murmur against her skin. "I hope you'll do the entire house."

"You don't even know what style I might pick."

Dropping to my knees, I unbutton her jeans. "It will be Emie style. That's all that matters."

I leave her light blue cotton panties on, draping her across the bed with her knees on the edge.

I adore the fire in her eyes as I place my palms on her knees, spreading her thighs wide. Her panties have just begun to turn damp, and I lick straight across them, watching her squirm. Her fingers grip the blanket, her hips shifting as I nudge through her pussy lips and the cotton.

She pulls a pillow under her head to watch me, as I waggle my eyebrows mischievously at her.

Then her teeth sink into her bottom lip for a moment as I swirl my tongue across her clit. "You were really kinda grumpy and grouchy at first," she murmurs softly. "Are you going to let other people see this playful side?"

I respond by growling deeply, and I feel her clit swell slightly from the vibrations.

Her fingers grip my hair. "Don't care. Forget I said anything."

" Maybe. How about that?"

"Good enough."

I straighten up, shoving her knees together as she laughs, lifting her hips to help me pull her panties off. They get tossed aside, and I sadly take note of the cheap fabric. My sweet girl has been running on fumes for who knows how long. Not anymore.

Next chance we get, we'll drive to the larger stores in West Stoneburg to buy her a whole new wardrobe. Lingerie as sexy as she is. A warm coat and boots for the winter. Buttery, soft cotton sweaters, as my excuse to always have my hands on her. For the first time in my life, there is a reason to use my wealth. Spoiling Emie is going to be incredible.

Nestling between her legs, I kiss gentle loops around the inside of her thighs. The feeling of her fingers in my hair makes me melt as I lean in, tasting her slowly, watching her eyes carefully.

Time almost seems to stop as I move my mouth against her sensitive flesh, dragging the tip of my tongue around her clit. French kissing her opening. Slipping two fingers inside to circle her little button.

"So pretty," I murmur, watching Emie's half-lidded eyes as her breath changes.

I wait, studying her eyes as I lick slower, pulsing my fingers inside her. Eventually I feel the shift as her soft moans get louder, her breath more rapid. Then I start to feel her inner walls pulsing around my finger. I lick faster, harder, revelling in the way she fists my hair, hips rocking.

"Yeah," she stutters. "Josh…I…" Her beautiful lips fall open with a cry as she tumbles over the cliff, coming beautifully as her entire body trembles.

I wait until she stops shaking to stand up, slowly pulling off my clothes. It’s impossible to miss the way she stares with hunger in her eyes, making me feel both dirty and powerful. I'm her man. Her protector. The one who's going to bring her pleasure every single day for the rest of our lives.

The man who is about to take her breath away again.