Chapter 12

As I kiss slowly along the curve of Sage"s hip, tracing a meandering path back to her luscious lips, I can feel something different in the way she takes hold of my hair and shoulder. She clutches me closely, pulling my lips to hers with a new urgency that drives me wild.

Her legs wrap around me as I groan at the feeling of my throbbing cock nestled against her soft, wet pussy. Even through my boxer briefs, I can feel her heat. She wants me. The way she"s writhing against me leaves no doubt whatsoever.

But we didn"t even know each other a few days ago. I"m three times her size. She"s only stuck with me because of an injured foot. I have to keep chanting these facts in the back of my mind to stop myself from giving in to temptation.

Another deep groan rumbles through me as her hand slithers down my chest. "What do you think you"re doing, princess?"

"You told me that I could say stop at any time," she whispers with a saucy grin. "The same goes for you. Just say the word if you want me to go to sleep."

The tip of my shaft is peeking out the top of my briefs. She squirms, moving her curious hands down to push the fabric away. Then she grips my aching cock between both palms.

Sage"s lovely blue eyes fly wide. "Wow," she breathes. "It feels…tight. Like it wants to explode."

"You have no idea." My back teeth are practically grinding as I try desperately to remain still.

Sage laughs, then pulls her tank top down to cover her stomach. She bats her eyelashes seductively as she looks up at me sweetly. "Why don"t you pretend my hands are… something else? And you can come all over my stomach and I"ll just throw this top in the bathtub after."

I wouldn"t have thought it possible, but I become even more turned on by the fact that she thinks ahead like that.

Her thumb slides across the tip, rubbing in the pre-come that"s gathering quickly. Then she tentatively strokes my length, arching her back to press her breasts against my body.

"If you don"t want the real thing, you have to let me do something," she whispers saucily.

My one hand scoops under her lower back, the other behind her shoulders, clutching her sexy little body to me. I"m unable to hold back as our lips crush together, my tongue tangling with hers: my hips begin to rock of their own accord, thrusting into her hands.

Her sparkling eyes are wide with joy. I can"t wait until they"re lighting up from the feeling of me pumping into her snug little pussy.

Her soft hands feel incredible as she strokes me. I pump slowly, my balls already tightening as familiar sensations gather low in my core, but this is more intense. I"ve never had a hand job like this before. I cage her body with my arms, imagining that I"m rocking inside her.

She"s mine. The fact rolls through me slowly with utter clarity, as if it"s always been there. My girl. My precious woman that I"m going to care for forever.

I"m going to claim her, possess her, make her happy every day of her life…and always make her come so hard that her soft voice is hoarse from screaming my name in passion instead of screaming for help in the forest.

Reluctantly releasing her delicious lips, I pull back to stare into her eyes, feeling my shaft swelling beyond belief and my balls contract.

Sage winks. "Come for me, big guy," she demands sweetly.

My deep growl makes her eyes blaze. Her hands clench tighter as I fuck them harder, faster, then shake from head to toe as I come so hard I can feel it in the back of my calves.

"Princess," I groan, clutching her frantically as I grind and thrust as every single drop bursts from me.

I wonder if I"ve been too rough. Too crude. But Sage just looks delighted as she beams. "Wow! There was a lot more of it than I expected," she giggles.

I roll off her, and we both look down at the complete mess I"ve made of her tank top. How can she manage to look casually glamorous with her hair tangled everywhere, and my giant load splashed across her stomach?

"Sorry—" I begin, but she waves the apology away.

"Don"t worry about it."

I help her peel off the shirt, then I toss it to soak in the bathtub. I also give myself a speedy rinse for good measure. I return with a warm washcloth, wiping gently across her hands, her stomach, then between her legs.

I slip into bed and arrange the blankets. Sage snuggles against me as if she never wants to leave. That works for me. She feels so perfect in every part of my life already.

I"ve never been one to get my hopes up. But I am now. I need her to stay with me and for this to work out.

For the first time ever, this surly, set-in-his-ways mountain man is ready for his life to change completely.