Page 7 of Hiding with a Mountain Man

He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling me closer still. Our bodies melded together as we kissed, our breaths mingling in the dimly lit room. His stubble scraped against my cheek as he whispered what he planned to do to me into my ear. The dirty talk turned me on and I started pulling him away from his front door and into his apartment.

We stopped to kiss again as we got to the fireplace in his living room. His hands traced down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they reached the hem of my shirt. He lifted it over my head and discarded it on the floor before trailing kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. My heart raced as he explored every inch of skin exposed to him.

Mitch's touch was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was tender yet fierce, full of passion and intensity that left me breathless and wanting more. He unbuttoned my jeans with deft fingers before helping me step out of them, revealing the lace lingerie I wore beneath. His eyes darkened with desire as he took me in, his lips curling into a small smile.

"My god, Brooke. You're absolutely gorgeous. I want to see all of you. Every inch." He was whispering as he leaned in to kiss me once more.

We finally made it to his bedroom, our bodies entwined as we continued to explore each other with hungry abandon. Mitch's hands roamed over every inch of skin they could reach before finally finding their way under the waistband of my underwear. He pulled them off with a gentle tug before pressing himself against me once more.

But I needed to feel his skin against mine. I unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor. It landed next to my panties. I smiled up at him as I unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. I could see he was getting frustrated and wanted me to hurry, so I slowed down.

"You're killing me, woman." He growled as I took my free hand and undid the top button on his jeans. When his shirt was open, I put my hands on his chest and ran them down his sides and back up again. I circled a nipple with my finger and felt it harden at my touch. I gave a light scratch of my nails through his chest hair and down to his jeans.

I cupped his erection once more through his jeans and then shook my head. "No, this won't do." I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs. His cock popped out, hard and ready to be touched. When I reached down and held his full length in my hand he gasped. I felt his fingers push into my wetness and I had to slow my mind down to keep from having an orgasm right there.

"Oh god, you're so wet. I love that."

"You made me that way. That's all for you." I had to tell him the truth. I wanted him to know how he made me feel and react to him. "Now, I need you to be out of those clothes."

He took his shirt off and stepped out of his pants. Pulling me down on his bed, he wrapped me in his arms and his kiss this time was the softest, most sensual kiss I'd ever experienced. His tongue tickled my lips and his fingers ran circles around my sensitive core. I couldn't be still. He was working magic over my whole body and I was open to him.

Mitch knew just how and where to touch me. He knew when to give pressure and when to let up. His fingers brought me to the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. I wanted to just snuggle next to him while I came down from the high, but suddenly the thought of him not being inside me was too much to bear.

As I straddled him, I guided Mitch into me, his cock filling a void I hadn't realized was his to fill. He fit me so perfectly, it was as if we were two pieces of a puzzle coming together. He rolled us over until he was on top of me.

Mitch's warm hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and contour as I lay beneath him. "Mitch," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. "You know just where to touch me." His thumb traced a path down my arm, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me.

"I love how you respond to me," he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire.

"I've never felt like this before," I confessed, my voice shaking slightly. Mitch's fingers found my pulse point and pressed gently, sending waves of sensation radiating outwards.

He guided me closer and closer to the edge. "I want to be there with you," I pleaded, wanting him to witness my most vulnerable moment. Mitch's lips met mine in a tender kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before delving deeper.

"Yes, Brooke," Mitch murmured, his hands gripping my hips as he met me thrust for thrust. "You're mine."

"I'm yours," I gasped, my body trembling as I reached my climax.

We moved in unison, our bodies syncing in a dance of passion and desire. I could feel every inch of him as he thrust into me, and I met each movement with equal fervor. The sound of our heavy breathing and the soft moans escaping my lips filled the room, creating an erotic symphony that only heightened my pleasure.

Mitch's hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and crevice as if he was trying to memorize my every feature. I leaned up and kissed him deeply, our tongues dancing together in a rhythm that matched our bodies.

As we moved together, I felt myself being consumed by the intensity of our connection. It was more than just physical attraction; it was an emotional bond that I couldn't explain. In that moment, I knew that I never wanted to be without him.

Mitch must have sensed my thoughts, because he pulled me closer, holding me tightly as our movements grew more urgent. I could feel him tensing beneath me, and I knew he was close. I quickened my pace, eager to feel him release inside me.

With a final thrust, Mitch let out a deep groan, and I felt him pulsing within me. It was all I needed to push me over the edge for a second time, and I cried out as my own orgasm washed over me. We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined and our breathing ragged, savoring the feeling of being connected in the most intimate way possible.

In the moments after we'd come together, I felt a tenderness that made me feel cherished and loved for who I truly was inside and out. I loved feeling like that. But it was more than that. Mitch brought out a passion in me that I hadn't even known was there. I wanted him to devour me. I wanted to touch every part of him.

My life was kind of a mess right now. I had no idea what would come next. But I did know that this moment with Mitch was the closest to heaven I'd ever been.

Seven

Blaze

I'm enjoying a relaxed lunch with Brooke, soaking in her presence and the easy conversation flowing between us. As I head to the bar to grab us some drinks, I glance back at our table and freeze. Vincent, Brooke's abusive ex, is standing there, his face twisted with rage. Brooke looks absolutely terrified.

"Shit," I mutter under my breath, leaving the drinks behind and rushing back to the table. How could I have been so careless? I should've never left her alone, not even for a moment.

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