Page 11 of Longing for the Mountain Man

I opened my eyes to see Trace stroking himself. He pushed away from the door and started toward me, his eyes on my face. This was it. We were going to make love. Nothing could stop us.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, coming to a sudden stop, then starting to walk backward. “Don’t move.”

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TRACE

Walking through the Rosewood Ridge Courthouse buck naked wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time. I sure as hell hoped there were no cameras in this place—and no security guards sent to stake things out.

But we’d forgotten the condoms tucked into Presley’s tote bag, which was hanging from the back of the chair. I retrieved the entire box—hell, we might go through it before the night was through—and rushed back to the judge’s office.

I stopped short just inside the door, though, at the sight in front of me. She’d pushed aside the few things on the desk and was now seated on top of it, legs crossed like before. But unlike before, the robe was on a hook in the corner of the office. My girl wore absolutely nothing.

And she was more beautiful than I’d even imagined.

“I figured that was where you’d gone,” she said, her eyes on the box in my hand.

I closed the door behind me, this time engaging the lock. I didn’t want anything to interrupt what was about to happen here.

“Now, where were we?” I asked, starting toward her.

“Touch yourself again,” she said. “I want to watch.”

I moved the condom box to my left hand and wrapped my right hand around my cock. But my movements were slow and distracted. It would be hard enough to hold out until she came.

“Part those legs for me,” I said as I reached her.

She did just that, and I stepped between them. I had one goal in mind here—I wanted to kiss her.

My mouth fused with hers in a kiss so passionate, I dropped the condoms. I slid my left hand behind her head to steady her—or maybe it was myself I was steadying. When I felt her fingers slide over my hand, I moved it out of the way, and she immediately wrapped her hand around my cock.

I groaned against her mouth and deepened the kiss. That felt so fucking good. I could just stand here and let her give me a hand job, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to come inside her, condom or not. I wanted to feel her around me. I wanted to take what she’d offered—her virginity—and mark her as mine for life.

So I broke the kiss and said, “Let me put one of these on.”

I reached for the condom box at the same time she did, which meant she took her hand off me. That at least gave me a few seconds to cool down my arousal. With the way I was racing toward orgasm, that was a plus.

“Do you always wear a condom?” she asked as I withdrew one of the square packets and tossed the box back onto the desk.

“One hundred percent,” I said, ripping the packet open. “I’ve been avoiding getting someone pregnant all my life. I thought I’d never want to be a father, but…”

I paused, hoping that would be enough. But when she continued to stare at me, I realized she expected me to say more.

“You’re rethinking that as you get older?” she finally asked.

“I’m rethinking that now that I’ve met you.”

Another silence followed, and I found myself hanging on what she’d say next. I wasn’t used to being in this position. This woman had the ability to completely crush me with words. I might never recover.

“Then forget the condom,” she said. “You’re safe, right?”

I was so surprised by the direction the conversation had taken, it took me a second to process that she was asking me a question. I nodded and said, “Definitely. It’s been…a while for me.”

I didn’t want to say how long. The shortage of single women in this town wasn’t the reason. I’d just gotten tired of playing the whole game. It was easier to crash in front of the TV every night and tell myself I was fine living alone.

But now this woman had walked into my life. Nothing would ever be the same.

“You’re saying…” I prompted.

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