Free Thunder Snow (Thunder On The Mountain Series) by Mimi Foster Page A

with his lips, stroked me with his tongue. I put my legs over his shoulders and opened up.
    “What a delicate rose bud,” he said against me as his finger slid easily inside. Within minutes, his lips and his tongue moving in rhythm had me on the brink. “You ready, angel?”
    “No, Jack, I want to pleasure you.”
    “I told you, we have all the time in the world. Just let go and enjoy.”
    When I came, I knew every cell in my body was involved. I was so sated and he was so tender that I’m not sure I could have moved on my own.
    “Put your arms around my neck.”
    “While I appreciate the thought, I am actually not so little,” I said.
    Without missing a beat, he had my legs around his waist and pulled me against him, skin to skin. He started kissing me. It was almost delirious, tasting me on his lips. The kiss deepened, and we were in the bedroom before I was conscious we had moved.
    Laying me down, I felt protected, cared for, safe. I had been so lost in the magic of the kissing that I was surprised to feel his tongue circling my nipple.
    “Not so fast, Jack. It’s my turn now.”
    His zipper was undone, and I made a ritual of removing his jeans. My warm tongue tasted him along the way as his pants were finally removed.
    “Magnificent,” was the word that passed my lips as I worked my way back up to his manhood. Jack held my head as I took him in my mouth, guiding me, encouraging me.
    When he was spent, he wrapped me in his arms, my head resting on his chest.
    “I’m not sure what just happened. I have thought of little else the past few weeks, but that was not at all my intention when I came over this morning.”
    He ran his fingers through my hair, stopping at the end to twirl a curl around his fingers. It seemed he did it unconsciously, but it was such a tender gesture.
    “You’ll never hear me say I’m sorry,” I sassed as I hopped out of bed, surprisingly carefree in my lack of clothing.
    “You’re right about that. Not something that will ever be defined by the word ‘sorry.’”
    After retrieving and zipping his pants, he found my robe and put it around my shoulders as he pulled me into a soul-searing kiss. “Cover up or all of my good intentions will be gone in a flash.”
    “For what purpose do you have good intentions, sir? Sounds pretty boring to me.” I pushed my arms into my sleeves and tied the sash.
    “Busy day ahead of me, and you are a mighty distraction.”
    “Not at all how I had thought to spend my morning, but I’m sure to be smiling all day,” I said, putting my arms around his neck and drawing him in for another indescribable kiss. I whispered against his lips, “Come up and see me again sometime.”
    His eyes held mine. He ran his thumb across my cheek. “Don’t tempt me,” he said as he playfully swatted my butt. “I need to get out of here or the whole day will be spent discovering your secrets.”
    “Promises, promises,” I said. His lips met mine, then he was gone.
    What had just happened? Had we been circling the inevitable? What a complex man —intriguing, intelligent, and wholly irresistible.
    As the day progressed, I tried to work on an article for a publication that had a fast-approaching deadline. I found it hard to concentrate, and had no idea if it made any sense. I’d have to read it later to even know what it said.

 
    CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
    E dgy and distracted, I hopped in my car and started driving. The weather was cool but sunny. There were a lot of small towns nearby that I had not explored yet. Caribou was not too far up the road.
    The former silver mining town was now a ghost town, and I had wanted to do some shooting up there for a while. The sun and warmth, combined with my tingling senses and diverted mental state, were a great combination for what I had in mind. I couldn’t have been more pleased.
    Caribou was exactly what I was looking for that day. There wasn’t much there, only a few stone ruins and a dilapidated wooden building, but