Tempting the Mountain Man (Sweetheart Falls)

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

POLLY

G abe is kissing me, and I’m falling, falling, falling even deeper in love with him. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer as I press my body against his. The night air is cool, but I barely notice it. Gabe groans as I slide my hands down his back and pull his hips against me.

“Are you warm enough?” Gabe asks as he runs his fingers under the edge of my blouse. I gasp at the cool air but shake my head. “Hold on,” he says, picking up one of the heavy blankets he brought for our picnic and draping it around my shoulders.

Everything Gabe does shows how much he pays attention to me and supports me. I’m giddy with love for this man who took me by such surprise.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Gabe says, trailing his fingertips along my jaw and sliding them down my neck. I instinctively tilt my chin to give him easier access to my neck.

I snuggle into him, my cheeks hurting from smiling so much. “Just thinking about how wonderful you are.”

Gabe’s lips find mine in the darkness, soft and tender. The kiss deepens, slow and intense, as if we have all the time in the world. I run my fingers through his hair, reveling in its softness. Gabe’s hand traces the curve of my spine, sending shivers through my body and stoking the fire that has been building in my core since we arrived at the waterfalls.

When we break apart for air, I look up into Gabe’s eyes. Even in the dim starlight, I see the depth of emotion there. It takes my breath away. His gaze is tender, filled with a warmth that makes my heart race.

“Polly,” he whispers, his voice husky. “You’re so beautiful.”

My cheeks heat, and I’m thankful for the darkness that hides my blush. “So are you,” I murmur, tracing his strong jawline with my fingertips. I love how he leans into my touch, half-closing his eyes with happiness.

Gabe lifts his hand to capture mine, pressing a kiss to my palm. The tenderness of the gesture makes my heart swell.

“I never thought I could feel this way,” Gabe says softly. “You’ve changed everything, Polly.”

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I’m overwhelmed by the emotion filling my heart and soul. “Gabe, I—”

He presses a finger to my lips, silencing me gently. “Let me say this,” he continues, his light brown eyes never leaving mine. “I came to Sweetheart Falls thinking I’d help my buddy and move to the next project or job. I wasn’t looking to settle down. But then I found you. I found my home.”

“Oh, Gabe.” My voice wavers as tears of joy prick at my eyes.

He leans closer, gently kissing the tears away. My heart feels like it’s ready to explode in my chest. I don’t know how it can hold this much love….and I know this is only the beginning for us.

“You’re my home, Polly,” Gabe says, his voice thick with emotion. “Wherever you are, that’s where I want to be. Always. I will support you with every ounce of my being, now and forever.”

Tears spill over my cheeks, but I smile so wide my face hurts. “Oh, Gabe,” I whisper, cupping his face. “I love you. I love you so much.”

The words have been building inside me for so long, and now that they’re out, I feel lighter, freer. Gabe’s eyes widen, and then he’s kissing me again, pouring all his emotions into it. Our kiss is hungry and wild, and our hands roaming, touching, caressing.

When we finally part, both breathless, Gabe rests his forehead against mine. “I love you too, Polly,” he says, his voice filled with wonder and joy. “I’ll tell every morning and every night and every chance you give me. You are my perfect woman.”

As Gabe leans in for another kiss, I melt into him. The picnic blanket beneath us, the grass tickling our bare feet, the cool mist from the waterfall – it all fades away. There’s only us.

Our kisses grow more passionate, our touches more demanding. The heat in my core builds like a powerful, primal force, and I squirm, hungry to feel him inside me. Gabe lowers his mouth to my neck, and I lose myself in the sensation of his lips and mouth on my neck. I want him to mark me so everyone knows I belong to him.

I shiver with desire as Gabe slides his hands under my blouse and reaches for my breasts, roughly rubbing my nipples with his thumbs. I push against him, aching for more.

Sliding his hands over my stomach, he unfastens my jeans. I gasp as he slides his fingers between my legs, slipping between my hot, slick folds and teasing at my clit. Each stroke makes me moan louder and louder, to the point I can’t hear the waterfalls anymore.

“You’re everything to me,” Gabe murmurs against my skin, his words punctuated with soft kisses. “My past, my present, my future. It’s all you, Polly.”

I pull him closer, overwhelmed by the intensity of my feelings. “And you’re mine,” I whisper. “You’re my sweet everything.”

“Are you ready?” Gabe asks, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. His voice is strained with desire, but his gaze is serious, allowing me to set the pace.

I nod, smiling up at him. “I’ve never been so ready for anything in my life,” I tell him, and it’s the absolute truth. I reach down and stroke his thick cock through his jeans, smiling when I feel how hard he is.

We quickly remove our clothes and get back under the blanket, though I don’t think I’d feel the chill at all right now because of all the heat rolling off our bodies and scorching the air around us.

I lie on my back, spreading my legs wide in invitation as Gabe moves his body over mine. He reaches down and runs the head of his thick cock between my hot, slick folds, and I instinctively arch into him.

“I need you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. I run my hands down his back, gripping his hips and trying to pull him closer.

Gabe pushes into me, and we both gasp. My core stretches for him, and it’s the most delicious sensation. I want the entire length of his perfect cock sliding into me, filling me, owning me. I lift my hips, taking him deeper. Gabe’s eyelids flutter as he thrusts into me, slow and shallow at first, then deeper and faster as I encourage him.

Gabe’s eyes are intense as he holds my gaze, and the emotion in them nearly makes me weep. I’m overwhelmed in the best possible way, consumed with joy as our bodies come together in a physical expression of the love we share.

Gabe moves faster, his eyelids fluttering as he grunts and groans, his body shaking.

“More,” I whisper, grinding against him, eager to feel him even deeper inside me.

“Fuck,” Gabe groans. “I’ve fantasized about this for so long, but I can’t control myself with you…”

“Same,” I moan, my body taking over as my orgasm builds inside me, the intensity of it taking my breath away. “I’m going to come…”

“Oh, baby.” Gabe lowers his head and kisses me, swallowing my moans and groaning into my mouth as he plunges fully and deeply inside me.

Our bodies thrash and shake, and then I’m screaming Gabe’s name as my orgasm finally breaks free, my body shaking and trembling. Gabe groans as he thrusts inside me, his body quaking as he comes.

After, we lie under the blanket, holding each other tightly. Our heartbeats slow as we watch the shooting stars in the inky night sky.

“I’ll never have to wish on a shooting star,” Gabe says, gently kissing the top of my head. “Because you’re everything I could have dreamed of in a woman and so much more. I love you, sweet Polly.”

My eyes fill with tears of joy and my heart fills with love for this man who swept into my life so unexpectedly and profoundly.

“I love you, too. Gabe. Always.”

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