Page 6 of Reuniting with the Mountain Man

“That’s part of the reason I took this job and moved away,” I said. “I wanted to make sure they couldn’t nose into my life, even if they wanted to.”

If I wanted him to kiss me, I needed to stop talking.

“Well, then,” he said, slowly moving his mouth toward mine. “I guess it’s time to corrupt you.”

The second our lips touched, we deepened the kiss like two people hungry for each other. We’d waited seven years for this moment and I, for one, didn’t want to waste another second.

His other hand immediately went to my back, sliding upward as he pulled me closer, pressing my breasts against his rock-hard chest. When an involuntary moan escaped my mouth, it seemed to urge him to go further. He pulled my shirt out of my pants and then both his hands were moving along my bare skin, his thumbs spanning outward to move up my waist and then the area just below the bottom of my bra.

He suddenly broke the kiss and tugged on the hem of my shirt, lifting it upward. I looked around. The door behind him was closed, but there was a window, and if someone peeked in…

“Hold on just a second,” I said as I slipped my shirt back into place and crept over to the door.

The hotel was mostly empty. The majority of the guests weren’t arriving for two days. But there was still a chance a guest could come strolling in here, even at this late an hour. Even with the sign that said the workout room was open from seven a.m. to nine p.m. It was well after nine now.

That thought sent a surprising thrill through me. I didn’t want to lose my job, but there was something about the risk of being caught that made this even sexier.

Still, as I stepped away from the door, I whipped off my shirt. I passed Jesse and headed straight toward the far wall. If someone did peek in, it would look like no one was in here.

Heat flooded the lower part of my body as I reached behind me and undid my bra, then unbuttoned my pants, turning to face him as I unzipped them and let them drop. He was still in the same spot, but he’d angled his body toward me, and his stare was fixed on my breasts. He seemed to like what he saw.

“Get over here and take those pants off,” I said as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my own pants.

My goal was to sound and look as confident as possible even while I was shaking inside. I sat on a nearby weight bench, perching on the end of it while waiting for Jesse to do exactly what I commanded.

He wasted no time removing his shirt, then undoing his jeans and letting them drop. As he walked over to me, he wore only a pair of blue briefs. There was no denying that he was turned on. The size of the bulge in his underwear made my eyes widen.

Only as he approached did I fully realize what I was preparing to do. I was a total novice to all of this. I’d never even gotten gropy while making out with a guy. But somehow, I knew Jesse wouldn’t hold it against me. In fact, he might love the fact that he was my first…even after all this time.

My eyes connected with his as I reached for the band of his briefs and tugged them downward. I would have pulled them farther, but his erection sprang free, and he was so big, it nearly reached all the way to my mouth. I wrapped a hand around it and continued staring at him as I slowly stroked his full length. Only as I tentatively touched my mouth to the tip did I take my eyes off him, closing them to focus my energy on what I was doing.

He moaned, and I knew I was on the right track. Maybe I wouldn’t be so bad at this after all.

6

JESSE

Makenna was definitely not the innocent little virgin I’d met a decade ago. It would be ridiculous to assume she was. She’d be twenty-five years old now, so of course she’d slept with a guy or two.

But that wasn’t how I knew she was no innocent. No one gave a blowjob like that on her first attempt.

I had to stop her, though, as I felt myself building toward orgasm. I knew I’d explode in her mouth if I didn’t stop this.

But I pulled out so suddenly, it seemed to startle her. Her eyes popped open, and she looked up at me, her pretty little mouth still open. I longed to let her finish, but the desire to make her come was even greater.

“Your turn,” I said, kneeling in front of her.

But first, I looped my hand behind her neck and pulled her toward me, giving her a deep, passionate kiss. Then I worked my way down to her chest, sliding my tongue over each of her nipples until she threw her head back and gasped.

As I worked, I moved my hand up her thigh, finding her wet slit and sliding my fingers inside. She was tight—so tight and warm and wet. I couldn’t wait to slide my cock into her.

I lifted my head and looked at her. “Lay down for me.”

She did exactly that, lying flat on her back on the weight bench. I nudged her legs farther open and touched my tongue to her clit, flicking over it until she gasped. Then I moved her legs to my shoulders, both to make her more comfortable and to improve the angle. But she didn’t even seem to notice, she was so caught up in what I was doing to her—how it was making her feel.

I might not be her first, but I was going to be her best. In fact, I wanted to be her last. Once I claimed this pussy as mine, no other man would touch it. I didn’t care if it meant uprooting my entire life to be here with her. I never wanted to leave this woman’s side again.

She reached up and gripped both sides of the bench as she gasped and sighed and did everything she could to suppress the amount of noise she made. I wanted to pick her up and take her back to her place, where we both could make love without worrying about being caught. But right now, I’d finish what we started.

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