Charmed By The Mountain Prince(35)

I twist my lips, remembering the fight at the pub so clearly. And yes, I want to get to the make-up part, but we need to deal with his chauvinistic attitude first. “Let me guess. You’ve also decided that we can have a hot water heater?” I pull my hand from his and cross my arms.

I want him to take me seriously.

“Yes. As a matter of fact, I have.”

I raise an eye, not expecting this so quickly. Wherever he went seems to have mellowed him out. “Just like that?”

“You want hot water, hell, of course you can have that. But you can also have so much more.”

“Tell me what else I can have,” I say, not letting him off the hook. I want him to grovel. And yes, that may be giving me a cheap thrill, but I don’t care. I want him to beg like he made me beg last night. “Tell me what else I get as your wife.”

“My heart. All of it. I love you, Iris.”

“No, you don’t,” I say quickly, shaking my head in disbelief. Here I stand, getting everything I want. It feels like too much at once, all my dreams coming true.

“It is. All I want to do is be in your presence. All I want to do is hold you in my arms. All I want to do is change everything I’ve ever thought to be true, in order to make you happy. If that isn’t love, what is it? What is it, Iris?”

“You want to change everything to make me happy?”

“Damn it, Princess. Yes. Everything.”

I fling my arms around him, wanting so desperately for him to know how those words make everything inside me swell into something beautiful.

“I love you too, Garrick. That’s why I need you to know I made a choice.”

“A choice?” he asks, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“Yes. A choice. I can stay here. In this cabin. Because it’s a cabin you built, a place you love. I wanted an adventure. Well, living without hot water is a freaking adventure if I ever heard of one. I want to make a life with my mountain prince.”

He kisses me then, and my robe falls off my shoulders, exposing my bare skin. He pulls me closer, close enough that I can feel his thickness rubbing against me.

He nuzzles his scruffy beard in my neck and all I imagine is his face between my legs, sucking at my most tender spot.

The robe falls away, and I’m standing before the man I love in nothing but lace.

He growls in my ear, whispering his desire. “I’m going make love to you, Princess, all night. Forever. You’re mine.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m yours.”





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I take in her gorgeous body, wrapped in that tiny lacy suit, her nipples tight and hard, her ass bare. My hands run over her cheeks, pulling her to me so there’s no space between us.

My cock is hard. I know she feels it, because her hands reach down, taking hold of the rod between us. Her hands run over the ridges of my cock, my jeans an unnecessary barrier to what we both need. To what we both want.

My fingertips run up her spine, to the base of her neck. Holding her face, my thumbs on her chin, I raise it ever so slightly so she’s looking at me, dead on.

Breathing heavy and hot, she reaches for my belt and unbuckles it, unbuttons my pants, unzips them. The belt is ripped from the loops and tossed to the floor, and my jeans are at my ankles. I said it before and I’ll say it again, this girl is trouble.

But she’s worth the trouble.

The truth of it—the truth that took me this long to see—is that she isn’t a problem at all.

She’s the answer.

The answer to my doubt, the answer to my wanderings. Now I have a reason. A purpose. I’ll do anything if it means I’m making her life better.

With my pants down, she slides off my boxers. My hard cock is solid, and held in her warm hands. Every stroke causes me to want her more deeply, but I know I need to say what I came here to say before any more time passes.

I don’t want to sleep with her again, make love to her, until she knows my intentions.

“I met with my father. My mother, too.”

“Really? We’re going to talk about two people you don’t see eye to eye with, when I’m handling your cock, when my pussy is wet?”

I shake my head, overwhelmed with love for this woman. She is no holds barred. She is who she is, unabashed and unrestrained.

She’s my perfect match.

Never in a million fucking years did I think I’d do whatever I could to charm her. To woo her. To win her over.

“I told you I loved you.,” I tell her, cupping her face with my hands. “And I mean it.”

“And I love you too, Garrick.”

“Love means sacrifice.”

“Yes,” she says. “I’ve heard that.” She laughs softly. “Where are you going with this?”