Page 7 of Curvy Girl for the Mountain Man

I swallow hard, the air thick with the scent of rain and woodsmoke. "Jack," I whisper back, unable to form any more words. My voice trembles as much as my hands, the hunger in his eyes stripping away any thought of resistance.

He steps even closer, our bodies almost touching, his breath warm against my face. "I want you," he confesses, each word laced with a raw need that reverberates through my bones. "I've wanted you since the moment you stumbled into my life, looking lost and so damn breakable."

His admission hangs heavy between us, charged like the storm outside. His fingers brush lightly against my jaw, tracing the line of my skin gently, achingly. I tilt my head back, surrendering to the touch, to the electric shock his skin against mine sends coursing through me. His other hand finds the small of my back, pulling me closer until there's no air between us, only the mingling of our breaths and the shared heat of our bodies.

"I shouldn't want this...but I do," he continues, his voice a husky whisper that stirs the flames inside me even further. His eyes are an abyss, pulling me in deeper with every passing second, and I'm powerless to resist the pull.

His lips hover over mine, tantalizingly close, and the anticipation twists a hot knot in my stomach.

And then lightning cracks, loud and harsh.

I jump, and the spell is broken.

Jack clears his throat and hangs his head. He mumbles something about needing to check his shed out back.

And before I can protest, he’s gone.

Again.

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Jack

I lead Olivia up the rocky trail, my hand grasping hers tightly. The dark clouds gathering overhead make me quicken our pace.

Maybe this impromptu hike wasn't the best idea, but I had to do something. Had to get out of that cabin before I did something stupid.

Like bending her juicy ass over the kitchen table and fucking her to kingdom come.

"Jack, it looks like a storm is coming..." Olivia's voice quavers slightly.

I flash her a reassuring grin. "We'll be fine, sweetheart. I know these trails like the back of my hand. Trust me."

But the skies open up minutes later, pelting us with heavy raindrops. Olivia yelps, pressing herself against me. I wrap an arm around her curvy waist, pulling her close.

"There's a small cave up ahead where we can take shelter,” I tell her. “Come on!"

We dash through the downpour, finding refuge in a shallow rocky alcove. Both of us are soaked to the bone, shivering. Olivia's thin t-shirt clings to her curves, revealing the lacy bra underneath. I swallow hard.

"Looks like we might be stuck here a while," I murmur, peeling off my dripping jacket.

Olivia trembles, teeth chattering, arms crossed over her chest. "I'm f-freezing."

"Come here." I open my arms to her. "We need to share body heat."

She only hesitates a moment before nestling against me. I rub her back and arms briskly, trying to infuse some warmth into her slight frame.

Her soft scent fills my nose—vanilla and something uniquely Olivia.

It's intoxicating.

Arousing.

And I try to make myself think of anything else even as I feel my dick growing in my pants.

Fucking hell, I’m perpetually hard around this girl.

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