Rescued by the Major (Winter Rescue)

8. Anders

8

ANDERS

I can’t believe this is happening, but I’m too afraid to question it. If I do, she might disappear, and with her will go this feeling that maybe my broken pieces aren’t too much. That maybe the scars I bear are too hideous for anyone to ever see beyond. Not if this beautiful woman, spread out on my bed, reaching for me with eager, pleading words, can want me.

Need swamps me, and I lower myself over her naked body. I don’t care that I’m still fully clothed. It’s only about Eva in this moment. Seeing her as I stripped her clothes off, throwing them onto the floor, as I drank in the sight of her. Bright hair a halo around her face, and I hope the scent of her shampoo will linger forever on my pillow. She arches up as I kiss my way down her body, as I test the heft of her breasts in my hands and roll the pebbled tips of her nipples in my fingers. She showed me some of what she likes when we were cuddled on the couch before, but being able to see her respond with utter abandon when I touch her is a heady drug. Like nothing else.

It’s a power I cherish, giving her the kind of pleasure that makes us both forget everything else, and I suck her right nipple into my mouth, drawing a gasp from her as I nip at the tip, then do the same to the other. Little bites as I work my way down, marking her belly with a blush, and then I see the scar she told me about. A thick, raised line that cuts across her skin, and I hover over it, taking in the sight. Instinct tells me this moment is important, and I look up at Eva. She’s frozen, her eyes locked on me, and I can feel some of the ease falling away, worry starting to steal over her.

So I follow what my heart tells me to do and I press my lips to that scar, kissing it, still keeping my eyes focused on her, and saying, “You're so beautiful, Eva. Every inch of you.”

Relief washes over her, and it brings a smile to my lips. Her hands drift into my hair, carding through the strands, until her nails are stroking over my scalp, sensation shooting down my spine as she tries to pull me up.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” I answer her unspoken request. “I want to taste all of you. Got to take care of my girl.”

Then I settle between her thighs, and drink in the sight of her spread open before me, as I drive my tongue into her core.

At the first touch, she shifts and moans my name. It’s like a caress, hearing her cry out for me, and I lick over the tiny bundle of nerves again. Loving the way she pulls on my hair, the way her legs close around me, how she can’t help the way it feels. The overwhelming sense that she’s what I’ve been waiting for, what I’ve been needing in my life, hits me, and I have to take a moment to swallow down the taste of her on my tongue, to savor the moment.

“So good, Gracie. You taste so good.” I can’t stop the words from pouring out of me. It’s just natural to tell her how I feel. “Going to open you up, make you feel better.”

She chokes out a yes, a plea that makes my heart stutter, and I slip one finger inside her entrance. She’s warm and wet for me, already, and the need to make her come apart drives me on as I stroke inside her. My tongue lashes at her clit and when she arches, I sink a second finger in, stretching her even more. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her voice husky with passion as she says my name, and I devour her. Sucking on her, relishing the taste of her, even as I curve my fingers up and rub against that spot deep inside.

Eva shatters beneath me, waves of pleasure rolling through her as her walls clamp down tight on my fingers. She shivers and shakes as I work her through it all.

When the trembling eases from her muscles, I look up at her, this woman that has changed everything so suddenly. She smiles, and it’s like dawn breaking over me. So beautiful I can’t breathe.

Eva

I’ve never felt anything like that before. The sensations washing over me, building up into an almost overwhelming wall of pleasure that I couldn’t have imagined until this moment. And that was just from his mouth and his fingers. What more will I feel when it’s all of him?

The probable answer to that question is almost frightening. Because I could see myself falling for him so easily. And the emotion in his eyes as he looks at me is so strong, it makes my breath catch in my throat. It’s like he’s giving me his heart, already, in spite of the wounds that still haunt him.

What if I turn out to be another one, more pain, more scarring for him to carry around?

His brows lift with concern as he watches me, and I can’t bear to ruin this moment with my worry. For now, I’ll trust myself enough to have this time with him. Once the storm breaks, we’ll have a chance to figure out what this is between us.

I glide my hand over his stubbled jaw, lingering as he turns his face to kiss my palm.

“You're so beautiful, Gracie,” he whispers, and my heart clenches tight. I’ve never felt that way, not really. There’s always something about me that seems to be lacking.

Too short.

Too heavy.

Too blonde.

Nothing’s ever been quite good enough. Until I’m lying in this bed, completely disheveled after a true tongue lashing from a rough, scarred mountain man who's looking at me like I’ve hung the moon. Now, in this moment, I can believe it.

That gives me the confidence to lift up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips, and it’s a powerful feeling to watch his eyelids flutter down. His dark eyelashes are such a contrast against his face, and he doesn’t resist when I push him to roll onto his back. There’s no argument when I strip his clothes away, or when I press my lips to every scar I find as I explore his body.

Anders grips the sheets tighter as I crawl down his body, nipping at his skin the same way he did mine. The taste of him is so unique. Musky and rich, like the whiskey I smelled once at a bar. It’s intoxicating in its own way, and I want more of it.

When my hands slide down to his groin, settling around the wide base of his cock, he moans low, and I grip him tight. He’s silky smooth, with a core of iron under that soft skin, and pointing up at me. I drop my head down and take a taste, licking the bead of moisture off the tip. He surges upward, a choked sound coming from his throat at such a simple gesture, and power floods through me. I can give him what he wants right now, what he needs and what he deserves.

Taking him in my mouth, I swirl my tongue over the top of him, then slide carefully down his length, hollowing out my cheeks. The taste of him is stronger now, drowning me in its essence, and nothing else will ever compare. I slide back up and pop him out of my mouth, luxuriating in the cry he gives, and the way he gasps when I do it all over again. Up and down, until his fingers are in my hair, tugging on the long strands as he groans my name.

“If you keep that up, it’s going to be over all too soon,” he pleads with me when I look up at him. “I want to do this with you, Eva. Inside you. If that’s what you want.”

There's no question what I want. So I give him a nod and a quick kiss to the tip of his cock, then crawl my way up his body until I’m straddling his hips, settling over his straining length.

“I’ve been up here for months, honey,” he says, through gritted teeth as he holds me up. “All alone. There's been no one since I left the hospital. My tests then were clean.”

I nod, grateful that he’s taking this moment to let me know. “I haven’t been with anyone since I left my ex, a year ago. And I’m on birth control.”

His eyes shoot to mine, and there’s a longing there I recognize. It’s hidden from me when he looks down, toward where I’m waiting, and then he gives a groan. “Being inside you, like this, will be a dream come true.”

The simple statement warms me through, and a strange confidence washes over me. He sees something in me no one else ever has. That sense of power from before wells up again, and I grin at him. Slotting him at my entrance, I slide myself slowly down his length, gasping as it stretches me more and more with every inch.

Anders groans when he hits the end of me and twines his fingers with mine. “Damn, sweetheart, you feel so good. Too good. You’re perfect for me.”

The connection between us pulses and I start to move. The sensation of it all pulls cries from both of us, and I’m trying to catch my breath as that delicious tension begins to build in my core again. As he flexes inside me, my walls clamp down on him. And when he frees his hands to wrap them around the fullness of my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples, it’s that pleasure pain that sends me over the edge once again.

I scream his name and then he’s moving with a roar, rolling me over so he’s now on top and I’m clinging to him as he pistons into me. Three strokes and then he's crying out my name, pressing a kiss to my mouth as warmth floods inside me. He stays there, poised above me like I’m something precious he doesn't want to break, his muscles shaking from the force that’s just crashed over us both.

He looks down at me, one gentle finger tracing over my cheek, as a relaxed smile finally curves his lips. “You’re my perfect girl, Eva.”

He holds me there, so tender and gentle as my breathing gradually returns to normal. Rolling onto his back, he tucks me against his side and lets me rest my head on his chest. It’s everything I never expected to find when I set out to hide away on this mountain.

Yet the worry remains.

What happens to us when the storm breaks?