Major Love

Chapter 27

Sunday

Jason backs the snowmobile into the wooden shelter beside the large workshop, my fists loosening from his snowsuit as he kills the engine, his shoulders heaving.

He tugs off his helmet and his gloves, hooking them over a handlebar as he dismounts, and then he turns his body toward me, instantly reaching for my hands so that he can help me down.

I step cautiously off the vehicle, the snow beyond the shelter whipping fast and heavy.

My boots meet a soft pile of snow, and I look up as Jason tugs me closer, unfastening the helmet from beneath my chin and then easing it over my head with surprising tenderness.

I laugh quietly as I feel my ponytail loosen from the band, and I slip off my gloves so that I can reach back and reaffix it in my hair.

But before I can reach it, Jason moves my helmet to his right fist, gripping his left hand around my nape, and he hunches down to kiss me.

He’s so gentle that I giggle, wrapping my arms tightly around his broad shoulders, and he caresses my mouth slowly with his, the action both reassuring and possessive.

It’s the kind of kiss that promises what else he can do.

When he pulls away from my lips, his large chest is pumping hard, and I brush my snow-soaked curls away from my cheeks, shivering involuntarily as the storm rages on behind him.

He tucks my helmet beneath one of his biceps, hooks two fingers inside his own, and leashes his free hand through mine, tugging me out from the shelter and into the snow.

He strides effortlessly toward the front of the cabin, his boots annihilating the thick inches of snow, and creating a pathway for me to wade through as I jog quickly behind him.

And rather than let go of my hand so that he can get his key from his pants, he tosses our helmets into the snow, tugging me closer as he rummages for the o-ring.

When he finds it, he thumbs through the keys until he lands on the right one, slotting it easily into the lock, and shoving it forward and opening it up for us.

“After you, baby,” he rumbles gently, as he grabs our helmets and allows me to walk in ahead of him. And then he’s following right behind me, his large frame hulking as he closes the door. His gaze lingers on my dripping curls that the raging snowfall has already started clinging to.

He deposits the helmets beside the rack, not wanting to leave them outside in the wild blizzard, and then he drops his eyes down to my boots as he slowly tugs off his own.

“We need to get out of these clothes,” he murmurs roughly, clearing his throat as he leans down to pull off his socks. “We can hang them in the washroom, dry off, and then I’ll grab what we need.”

I spare a tiny glance at his large tan feet and then I quickly avert my eyes as my breathing becomes shaky.

Because, seriously, how big are those things? Size fourteen? Fifteen?

And what does he mean, ‘what we need’? What are we… what are we going to be doing?

His penetrating gaze searches mine as he gently tugs the zipper of my snow-jacket between his fingers, not yet dragging it down but implying that that’s what he wants to do.

“You’re drenched, baby,” he rumbles, his brow creasing as he glances down at my snowsuit, and I inhale a shaky breath before nodding in acquiescence.

A nod that says, yes, you can get me out of my clothes.

But not before I get you out of yours first.

I settle one hand over his heart as I slide the zipper down the front of his jacket, and he automatically cups my hips in his warm palms, his chest heaving as he watches me.

And I try to bite back my smile as I peek up at him, loving the role reversal – loving how this strong mountain man is more than willing for me to take the lead.

“Is this okay?” I whisper, my tone a little teasing, and he breathes out a quiet chuckle, his pupils dialled out as he towers over me.

“Yeah,” he rasps, walking me backward as I push the soaked fabric over his shoulders, and he quickly shrugs it down his arms as I unzip the next layer.

He all but rips the sweater off his body, stumbling to an unsteady stop outside of the washroom, and I trail my fingertips over his thermal shirt before sliding them down toward his pants.

I look up at him from under my lashes, loving the way that his chest heaves as he looms over me.

His gaze flickers from my face, down to where my fingers are teasing his waistband, and when I slowly tug his zipper, he grabs the doorjamb, groaning quietly.

“Sunday,” he says hoarsely, biceps straining as I push his pants down his quads, leaving him in nothing but his base layer thermals, which are still hiding his skin from view.

But, even through the thermals, I can see the large outlines of what’s beneath just fine.

And in the next second we’re in the washroom, one of his fists hauling me in as he tosses his clothes over a rack, throwing the snowsuit jacket, pants, and his sweater on a line, before turning toward me with heated eyes.

And seeing as I already let him know that he can undress me he doesn’t try to question me again, instantly unzipping the jacket from my body and tugging his Coleson Construction sweater from me next.

His eyes linger on my breasts, completely obscured beneath my long-sleeved thermal, but from the way that his gaze rakes over me I know exactly what he wants.

He throws my clothes on the line beside his, before dropping to his knees and getting to work on my boots.

“These are cute,” he says gruffly, his voice painfully deep as he sets aside my snowshoes, and his large hands hesitate for a second before he finally grips them around my waistband.

“I can dry myself off,” I offer softly, but he gives me a look that has me biting back a dimpled smile.

“Or not,” I whisper teasingly, as he inhales heavily and grips my zipper.

He slides it slowly between my thighs, his forearms flexing as he swallows hard, and then he slips his palms around both of my hips, pushing the pants carefully down my legs.

By the time that they’re at my ankles, he’s breathing so heavily that I’m a little worried for him.

He tugs off my pants and my socks, before getting to his feet and looming over me.

And he envelops a hand around my waist, searching my eyes as he gently squeezes.

“We should probably take these off, too,” he murmurs, referring to the base layer thermals that we’re still wearing, and I nod up at him with pink cheeks, even though I’m so cold that my teeth are chattering.

Jason notices and his mind is instantly back in rescue mode, and he grabs a soft towel from one of the shelves, swiping it behind my neck to start drying me off.

I laugh when he mops it a little clumsily over my forehead and he gives me an apologetic smile, his strong cheekbones staining red.

“Sorry,” he rumbles, letting me take over the drying, and turning back to the shelves so that he can grab an armful of sheets.

“What are those for?” I ask quietly, as Jason grabs every quilt available, and then he takes my hand in his and hauls me gently toward the living area.

“Gonna light the fire,” he replies simply, shoving the coffee table out of the way, before tossing all of the sheets in front of the couch, and caging us in a cosy nook.

I glance up toward the front window and look out at the sparkling snowstorm.

“The snow’s so heavy,” I tell him quietly, and Jason spares the pines a look before nodding down at me.

“Yeah, it’s getting rough.” Then he jerks his thumb at the beautiful fireplace beside us. “I’m gonna get that going. Then I’ll fan out the sheets.”

“I’ll fan out the sheets,” I tell him, smiling softly, and stretching up on my tip-toes to kiss his bristly jaw. And his large palm instinctively splays against my lower back, warming my skin more than any thermal ever could.

“You don’t have to,” he murmurs quietly, but I just giggle and shake my head, and I give him a playful shove away from me so that he can get back to ripping my clothes off as quickly as possible.

He hesitates for a second, watching me lean down to shake out the quilts, before breathing in a shoulder-swelling inhale and turning around to deal with the fireplace.

I sneak little glances up at him as I plump up the bedding, sitting on my knees in the middle of the thick quilts like a kid in a blanket-fort – watching him stoke the wood and rip the logs apart with his large bare hands, tossing them in at the edges before swiping his hands against his quads.

Once I’ve finished with the sheets I get to my feet and grab the towel, scrunching it gently through my snow-drenched curls just as Jason finishes up with the wood and turns around.

And he instantly takes over, helping me dry my hair with his large hands, before easing the towel from my grasp and swiping it roughly against his neck.

His biceps bulge in the stretch and I swallow thickly as I watch him, unable to keep my fingertips from his heaving pecs, wanting nothing more than to rip his shirt off.

He rubs the cloth over his jaw, his stubble rasping against it before he tosses it beside the couch, and then his large hands are sliding down my waist, gripping the hem of my shirt as I bite my lip in anticipation.

“Warm enough?” he asks, the crackle of the fire now flickering behind us, casting a stunning glow against his tan skin, so bronze against the shimmering white snow outside.

And my fingers roam up to his swelling shoulders, sliding over the large curves and squeezing firmly.

He exhales quietly and pulls me closer, his eyes half-mast by the time that they meet mine.

“I’d probably be warmer if I wasn’t wearing these wet clothes,” I say huskily, and then I’m giggling as he groans, slipping his big palms up my stomach, and dragging the soft material of my thermal up along with them.

“Arms up, baby,” he murmurs, his chest heaving as he frees me of my shirt, tossing it somewhere in the direction of the kitchen before he grips my waist again. And Jason’s heated eyes blaze against the thin cups of my bra, the soft push-up making his fingers flex as he tugs me closer to his chest.

“You next,” I tease, as he palms my butt and squeezes it roughly.

“Baby, you wouldn’t even be able to reach to get my shirt off of me,” he rumbles, his voice a deep murmur that has my stomach flipping as he looms over me. Flames flicker in his irises before he pushes his thumbs down the waistband of my pants.

He glances down at my thighs for a long moment, before blinking away and exhaling roughly.

He gives the band an experimental tug before murmuring, “We should take these off, sweetheart.”

And I brace my hands over his swollen shoulders as he slowly drags my thermals down my thighs, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he crouches lower, until he’s kneeling in front of me.

He gently frees my ankles from the pants, the fabric clinging tighter where the snow seeped through, and then he’s looking up at me from the sheets, his palms behind my knees as I try to control my breathing.

Because I’m standing in the middle of a blanket-fort, wearing nothing but my bra and panties, while this enormous six-foot-four mountain man kneels in front of me waiting for my next move.

Heat from the fire licks toward me and my snow-chilled body can’t wait any longer.

I sink my fingers into his thick hair and drag him up so that I can finally kiss him.

He understands what I want the second that I touch him, and he almost growls as he rises to his feet, his stubble scraping over my stomach. Then his palms are cupping my jaw, tilting me toward him as he kisses me.

He wraps his forearm around my lower back, banding me against his body as he caresses my lips.

“When are your clothes coming off?” I whisper up at him, and he chuckles against my mouth, squeezing my waist.

“If you want this to last, I better keep them on as long as possible,” he rumbles, and I clutch him tighter in protest, hitching my bare thigh against the side of his quad.

He pulls back, panting, and shoves my thigh down from his pants.

“It’s been a while,” he admits hoarsely, but then he grabs my thigh and pulls it up again, his hands slipping to my behind as he presses his crotch roughly against me. He rolls his hips between my thighs, groaning hard when I moan against him.

“How long’s a while?” I whisper raspily, but he just gives me a look before hunching down for another kiss.

He strokes his tongue gently against mine before finally growling and slipping it fully inside. He groans, kissing me hungrily, before pulling away so that he can look down at my breasts. And he releases a rough exhale as he tugs tentatively at my bra strap.

He rubs it carefully beneath his thumb, before slipping his warm palm down my back and gripping the clasp.

Then he meets my eyes with his piercing gaze, and a hint of a smile touches his handsome mouth.

“Why?” he asks quietly. “Worried that I won’t have any moves?”

Oh, I’m worried that you’ll have too many moves, Jason.

I tug at the front of his shirt, a lot less gentle than he’s being with me, and amusement flickers in his stunning eyes as he pushes my hands back to his jaw.

And he just blinks down at me, waiting patiently.

Waiting for me to stroke his stubble like I did before.

I wait for a beat before gently scratching at the coarse hair, and his shoulders rise with satisfaction, sliding back to my hips as he waits for my reply.

“It’s been a while for me, too,” I admit in a soft whisper, because as much attention as I got in Nashville, I was never interested.

Relationships aren’t worth it if you’re not with the right person.

And my person was halfway across the world, serving our country as an Army Major.

Jason’s warm lips brush softly against my neck, his voice deep and rough as he rumbles, “You serious?”

I nod, holding him closer, pushing my curves against his strong body.

And he bites gently at the base of my throat before rumbling quietly, “Since I left the Army.”

I suck in a sharp inhale, my lashes fluttering as I do the math, because surely when he retired from the military that was… what, three… four years ago? Maybe more ?

“Oh my God,” I whisper, panting against his warm skin, because the thought of Jason waiting that long…

And as if he can read my thoughts, he squeezes my waist and stands to his full height, looming over me as I gape up at him in awe and… a little fear.

Because if he’s waited that long…

I glance down at his pants and swallow hard as I finally let myself see it – the long thick ridge that’s tenting the thin fabric, looking just as rigid as the swollen muscles of his quads.

“Stop looking at it like that,” he rumbles, chuckling as his cheekbones turn crimson.

“It’s been charging for five years!” I whisper up to him. “How the hell else am I supposed to look at it?!”

And he laughs gruffly before gripping the nape of my neck and crushing his mouth straight down on mine.

“I get off every day,” he whispers roughly against me. “In the shower, morning or night. Sometimes both, if I’ve got the time.”

I swallow a whimper as I pull him closer, rubbing my chest against his to try and relieve the building ache.

“I’ll make it so good for you,” he murmurs hoarsely, the honesty in his voice making my thighs clench with need.

“I want to be good for you, too,” I tell him softly, and he breathes heavily as he looks down at me, before his gaze lowers to my panties.

And he swipes one palm down his jaw before settling his hand against the soft fabric around my hip.

“Are these thermal?” he asks huskily, his palm so hot against my skin that I feel his touch like a brand.

“Yes,” I whisper up at him, and then I’m biting my lip as he carefully tugs the thin material.

And then three big fingers slip down the front of my panties, stroking me gently beneath the cotton.

He groans, massaging harder, his chest swelling as I let him touch me.

“You’re beautiful,” he pants, his deep voice quieter than the crackling fire, and then he’s dipping down to take my lips with his, kissing me firmly as he lowers us on top of the comforter.

The soft faux-fur warms my back as Jason’s large body settles between my thighs, his thick fingers tangling in my fluffy ponytail as he licks his tongue gently against mine.

His free hand reaches behind me so that he can grip at my bra, and then he’s kissing his way down my neck, grunting as his hips roll between mine.

“I want this off,” he rumbles, tugging at the fastening of my bra.

“If you take off your shirt, then maybe I’ll allow it,” I whisper teasingly back.

He looks up at me from under his lashes and huffs a laugh against my breasts, deliberately scraping his stubble over my curves so that I can feel the coarseness against my nipples.

And heat flames in his darkening eyes when he sees that I like that.

“You’ll like it even better somewhere else,” he murmurs, before finally shoving himself to his feet and settling into a stand between my thighs.

I lift up onto my elbows and look breathlessly up at him.

“The shirt first,” I rasp, and he laughs quietly at the order.

“Okay,” he rumbles, reaching back and ripping it off, and my jaw drops at the size of his chest, inhaling shakily as I take it in.

Because I’ve never seen Jason without a shirt on before, and it turns out that he’s tan everywhere . Not just his handsome face and his big truck-lifting hands, but his swollen biceps and rippling pecs are that beautiful bronze colour, too.

He tears the fitted shirt from his wrist, tossing it over his shoulder as he watches me, and he doesn’t waste a single second before getting to work on removing his pants.

I watch the veins in his strong forearms as he yanks the fabric down his muscular thighs, the way that his thick abdomen flexes and his biceps bunch as he tugs them off.

And then he’s towering six-feet-four-inches over me, wearing nothing but a pair of grey trunks, the cotton stretched tight around his massive cock.

“Better?” he grunts, dropping the pants to the floor behind him, and watching me with unwavering confidence as he stands above me, waiting for my reaction.

My gaze trails up his muscular calves and his thick quads, my lashes fluttering as I take in the enormous ridge beneath his underwear. And then higher, over his tan abdomen and swollen pectorals, every inch of him making my blood pump faster.

Because this isn’t the kind of body that you can attain after a year of working out – this is a life’s work , achieved after decades of brutal training.

And it’s beautiful.

I shift backwards on the padded quilts, the sheets rustling gently underneath me, and I reach up a little shyly to leash his thick fingers through mine.

Jason exhales quietly as he lowers himself onto his haunches, and then he tucks his forearm around my waist, hauling me gently against his chest as I brush his lips with mine.

He groans quietly, tilting me backward until I’m lying on the furry comforter, the fire crackling softly beside us and making Jason’s eyes sparkle in the rustic glow.

His large palms roam up my back, squeezing gently in the places that are still thawing from the snow. And then he slowly tangles his digits in the back of my bra, hovering over me as he steadies his shallow breathing.

“Are you… warm enough?” he asks quietly, his bass rumble reverberating through my breasts. “Or do you want me to…?” And he tugs my bra more tightly, implying exactly what he means without having to say it directly.

Am I warm enough, or do I want him to make me warmer?

By which he means, is this enough, or do I want us to take it further?

And I can’t help but smile up at him as he towers hungrily over me, his large body paused and waiting, although his flaming irises belie exactly what he wants me to say.

I caress my hands firmly around his broad shoulders, and he drops his forehead to mine as he tries to maintain his composure.

“I want you,” I whisper up at him.

He exhales roughly. “Are you sure?”

And I show him exactly how sure I am by slowly slipping one bra-strap down my shoulder.

In the next second his big fist tears roughly at the back of my bra, undoing the clasp without looking at it and then helping me push it down my shoulders.

Large fingers skim down my arms as he eases the straps away from my skin, and then he’s looking unblinkingly down at my breasts, his pecs heaving as he braces his body over me. And then he cups one palm reverently around my soft curve, his coarse skin scraping over my nipple as he squeezes it gently.

“Oh God,” I whisper shakily, and his eyes burn against mine, his palm rubbing a little faster as he settles his quads between my thighs.

“This okay?” he asks huskily.

I nod, wrapping my legs around him tighter, and he grunts quietly, rocking his hips against mine.

“I want to kiss them,” he rumbles, stroking his warm thumb against my little peak, his other hand still gripping my discarded bra, the pretty straps tangled up his digits.

“Okay,” I whisper back to him, wanting nothing more than his handsome mouth all over me.

And then his palm roams down my body until he’s caressing my hip, his eyes flickering there for a moment before he brings his gaze back up to mine.

“I want to kiss down here, too,” he murmurs quietly, slipping his hand between my thighs and rubbing me gently.

And I can’t take it anymore. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his gorgeous face down so that he can kiss me, my cheeks flaming at the gruff sounds that he makes as he squeezes his palms around my breasts. He groans and kisses me deeper, the large muscle between his thighs rubbing my heat.

“We really need to do something about that,” I whimper, and he chuckles as he slowly kisses his way down my jaw.

“Tryna make this last,” he murmurs back to me, his warm mouth sucking gently at the curve of my throat. “Ignore it for now.”

“Ignore it?!” I wheeze. “It’s about a mile long!”

He huffs out a laugh and then deliberately shoves it against me more firmly, making my eyes roll in the back of my head as he kisses roughly at my breasts.

“I love your tits,” he rumbles, and the gruffness in his voice makes me blush.

“Thank you,” I whisper back to him, stroking shyly at the nape of his neck.

He groans roughly as he runs his mouth over my nipple, and then he slowly wraps his lips around it, gently kissing and sucking.

I bury my fingers in his hair, making him growl as he sucks me harder, giving my peak two long pulls before licking it gently and moving onto the other.

“Jason,” I gasp, the rough sounds in his throat making me lightheaded, and he sucks possessively over my nipple before kissing slowly down my stomach.

“You good?” he rumbles, his voice painfully deep as he waits to continue.

I press my palms against my forehead and I choke out a raspy, “Yeah.”

Then I reach back with shaking fingers and release my fluffy ponytail.

Jason watches me remove the band and run my fingers through my hair, his tan shoulders rising and falling fast as my curls pouf up all around my cheeks.

Then he presses a kiss beneath my belly button, his stubble scraping roughly against my skin.

“Please never shave again. Ever,” I whisper down to him, his gruff chuckle warming my stomach as he leashes both of his hands around the sides of my panties.

“You like that?” he teases, as he eases the warm fabric down my thighs.

I nod and grip my fingers in his hair again, trying to quieten my panting so that he can’t hear it over the hot crackling of the fire.

But from the way that he smirks against my inner thigh I know that he can hear it just fine.

He pushes my panties past my knees, leaving them dangling around my ankles, and then he ranges his large body over mine, gently kissing his way to where I need him.

His stubble rasps against my skin until his mouth is kissing softly between my thighs, and then he’s grunting against my heat as he eases my ankles over his broad shoulders.

He grips his big palms under my butt cheeks, squeezing hungrily while he licks between my legs, and I throw my head back on a moan, pulling his hair and rubbing myself against him.

My thighs clench as he sucks harder and he growls roughly in pleasure, his large shoulders knocking my knees as his bristly face scrubs against me.

“Warm enough yet?” he rumbles, his deep voice like gravel, and I tug his hair extra hard, making him smirk as he glances up at me.

I nudge his strong jaw with my knee and rasp breathlessly, “Getting warmer.”

His eyes crinkle as he laughs quietly and I swallow a whimper when he licks me again, his big hands caressing my behind and his shoulders rolling with each stroke of his tongue. The broad muscles of his back flex as he keeps himself at a pace that I can handle.

And then one of those warm palms caresses tenderly over my belly, rubbing gently against my sensitive skin before travelling lower, lower, and then–

I arch up off the soft sheets as the broad head of his thumb presses against me, rubbing quickly up and down as the tingling in my stomach overspills.

I gasp, clutching his hair, and he growls roughly against my heat, devouring me as I collapse on the comforter and pant, “ Jason – Jason, please .”

I can hardly breathe as he moves over me, his giant chest pumping quickly as he searches my eyes. He grips my jaw in one of his hands and kisses me softly, his quads knocking my thighs apart as he ranges himself on top of me.

And then he pushes down his underwear.

His heated eyes hold mine as he tugs his trunks down his thighs, his giant biceps caging my face as he leans over me, watching carefully.

He nudges his forehead against mine, gauging my reaction as I peek down between us, and I breathe out a shaky exhale as I see the enormous muscle between his quads.

So long and thick… and I feel myself blush because he’s perfect.

All I know is that I need more of him, so I gently cup his jaw and kiss him.

Jason grunts as he drops down on top of me and his tongue strokes possessively against mine, his biceps straining with pent-up need as he nudges his length against my heat.

But then he pulls away with a rough sound, shoving himself upwards as he pants above me.

“Condom,” he rumbles, raking a hand through his hair as he gets to his feet. He swallows hard and then hesitates, a question in his irises as he rasps, “Unless you’re…”

“I’m not on anything,” I whisper quickly, and his chest rises faster as he glances below my belly button. And from the look in his eyes, I think that he likes that.

“Give me a second,” he murmurs, trudging out of the blanket-fort toward the kitchen, and making me sit up on my elbows so that I can peek over the back of the couch to watch him.

And I can’t help but breathe out a giggle as I see him shove aside an enormous tub of protein powder, pulling a pharmacy bag off the shelf and shoving his fist inside, retrieving a black box.

I guess that it’s his health cupboard but the contents that he’s got in there really tickles me.

He straight-up tears the lid off the box as he makes his way toward me, firelight licking against his abdomen as he looks my body up and down.

The blizzard rages outside, creating a snowy backdrop for his large frame, and he tips a couple foil packets into his palm, tosses the box, and kneels in front of me.

And I take his wrist in one of my hands, prying apart his fingers so that I can count how many condoms he’s got in there.

I bite back a grin as I look up into his flaming eyes, a smirk playing around his mouth as he lowers himself on top of me.

“You really think that you can do it that many times?” I whisper tauntingly, laughing breathlessly when he chuckles and sucks roughly at my neck.

Then he grips his long muscle in his fist, stroking it over my belly as he looks down at me.

“I can do it more times than that, sweetheart. Just need you to get used to the size first.”

I bite my bottom lip as he rolls on the condom, and then he’s kissing gently at my throat as he settles his large body over mine.

He cups one palm around the nape of my neck, his warm fingers tangling up in my hair, and his other hand reaches down between our bodies, guiding his cock to my entrance as he searches my eyes.

And then he drops his forehead to mine as he slowly pushes his way inside, his biceps flexing as he caresses my throat, his chest heaving as he towers over me.

“ Jason ,” I gasp, whimpering as he brushes a stubbled kiss against my cheek.

“I know,” he rumbles hoarsely, carefully pushing until he reaches the hilt. Then he’s exhaling roughly above my head, his broad shoulders rippling as he holds still.

He gives me a couple of moments to get used to his size and then he’s bracing his large forearms beside my cheeks, looking deep into my eyes as I wrap myself around him.

“I want you,” he tells me gruffly.

And the second that I nod, he’s moving.

He withdraws his long length and then pumps deep and slow, one hand hitching my thigh around his abdomen as he thrusts firmly inside.

His large chest heaves as he rolls his strong hips between mine, and his breathing turns shallow as he buries his face in the curve of my neck.

I gasp as his stubble scrapes my sensitive skin and he rubs the bristles against me harder, grunting as I tighten beneath him.

“You feel amazing,” he rasps, grunting in pleasure as he pumps harder, increasing his steady pace as he towers over me. And when he sees the shy blush that’s staining my cheeks, he presses his large chest down on mine, his jaw flexing at the feel of my breasts.

And then he leans down and sucks tenderly at my neck, making my lashes flutter closed at how gentle he can be.

“You mean everything to me,” he rumbles, and his gruff words wrap around my heart.

“You mean everything to me, too,” I whimper, and he instinctively moves faster. His broad muscles flex beneath my tentative fingers, and his breathing becomes heavier as he pounds me against the sheets.

I stroke up the large planes of his shoulders and back down to his thickly muscled waist, and his own hands dip beneath my behind, gripping my butt cheeks and pulling me against him.

He lifts my back off the quilt, his abdomen rubbing my stomach as he thrusts deeper, and then his mouth is on mine as he finds that place that has me gasping.

He groans as I rasp his name, his breathing rough and ragged as he grips me tighter.

“That’s the spot, huh?” he rumbles gruffly, and I can’t help but wheeze out a tiny laugh, gripping his bristly jaw as he towers over me.

And then his lips are on mine, caressing gently, while a gravelly chuckle rumbles deep in his chest.

I scratch my nails through his stubble, loving the way that he growls at the intimate feeling, and then he’s kissing his way down my throat, rumbling the sweetest things as my body tightens.

His big fingers dig into the soft skin of my lower back, his thrusts becoming erratic as my thighs tighten around his strong hips. I squeeze my hands around his biceps, my head falling back as he kisses my neck, and the second that his rough palm caresses my breast I’m gasping underneath him as I come undone.

And then he’s kissing me harder than ever before, those strong hips pounding relentlessly until he’s groaning and releasing his spill. One hand grips at the nape of my neck, tugging my hair as he pumps inside of me, and he thrusts hungrily between my thighs until his biceps ripple, finally done.

He exhales roughly as he drops his weight on top of me, cupping my cheek in his coarse palm, and pressing a possessive kiss against my lips.

A quiet sound rumbles in his chest as he rolls slowly onto his back, hauling me on top of him while he arranges the comforter around my waist.

And a small giggle breaks free when I feel the soft brown faux-fur brushing against my butt, and I can’t help but peek over my shoulder to take in the sight of us splayed out in his living room. The thick winter sheets pummelled to within an inch of their life underneath us, and the orange flames flickering in the fireplace as the snow storms outside…

I turn back to him with a dimpled smile, the feel of his large hands rubbing up and down my back making me melt against him.

“You really are a mountain man,” I whisper, laughing quietly against his broad chest as he reaches down and squeezes my ass.

And then he hauls me higher up his abdomen, kissing me gently as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“You’re everything,” he murmurs against me, and then we’re rolling over until I’m underneath him once more.

And we stay wrapped up in each other by the crackling fireplace for the whole night long.