Page 71 of Mountain Target

Her heart sped up as he pulled her left wrist up to the headboard, wrapping her fingers around one of the bars there.

“Stay there-” Then did the same with her right arm. “Don’t let go. No matter what,” he growled against her ear, his rough cheek grazing her skin. “You need to learn how to listen, baby.”

Wetness pooled between her legs and she clenched her thighs together, only to feel his big, rough hand pulling them apart, ripping her underwear in the process.

“Now I’m going to touch you. Bring you as close to the edge as you brought me … without letting you come.”

Val whimpered.

You don’t realize how close I am to coming already.

“So wet for me … so ready … you probably think I’m going to fuck you now,” he continued as his fingers explored the outside of her pussy, without once touching the place where she needed to be touched the most.

“Please,” she whispered, almost incoherent with need.

His thick index finger pushed inside her, testing her wetness—an inch, then another, slowly, so slowly, it was a form of torture. But as her hips pushed up to bring him further inside, he stopped. His finger left her, and she was left empty. Emptier than she’d ever felt before.

“No,” he said, his large hand on her hipbone pushing her back onto the bed. “Not yet. I’m not going to fuck you until you beg me to.”

“Please,” she said, and by now she was pretty sure she was begging. “Please touch me.”

“I’ll touch you, baby, but no moving your hips, and no coming without permission. And keep your hands right where I left them.” His thumb played with her clit. “Do we have a deal?” he whispered.

Val nodded feverishly, her muscles aching with the effort of holding still.

She needed his finger inside her now—needed it more than she’d ever needed anything before.

“There. Good girl, staying so still for me. Think you deserve another finger?”

She whimpered.

Yes.

And, as his digit penetrated her, the pleasure from that single finger fracturing her reality, she realized how much she’d needed this—a lover who was at once strong and masterful and kind. Who could give her what she’d always needed, but had never thought she might be able to ask for.

A second digit filled her. His thumb brushed against her clit.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asked.

“More,” she begged. “I need more.”

“A third finger?” he asked.

“No.” She shook her head forcefully. “You. I need you.”

“Do you now?” he teased, and she could hear the wet, slurping sound of her need against his fingers. “Let go of the headboard.”

She let go immediately, no questions asked.

“Please,” she begged. “Please make love to me.”

She stilled, for an instant, at the word she’d chosen, but there was no time to react, no time to take it back, before Beau’s lips captured hers. He kissed her roughly, his lips and tongue possessive, taking and taking and taking, when all she wanted to do was give.

He stopped, panting, and she saw in his burning gaze how much it cost him to let go, even for the instant it took to get the condom onto his thick cock.

Then he was back, pulling at her body so she was on her hands and knees.

“You want this?” he asked, his large, heavy body poised behind hers, his hands on her hips.