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After just two steps toward the bedroom, my cock feels like it's going to burst just from looking at the incredible woman in my arms. No matter what happens, I already know that this is the hottest night of my life.

It feels like Brooke was sent to me. The dream woman I've always longed for. The partner I've always needed. It's too soon, and the ideas are too big, but sometimes when you know, you know.

Brooke is the one for me.

Assuming, of course, that she wants to become a mountain woman.

And assuming I can figure out how to be the right man for her.

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BROOKE

Whenever I've read about people having an out of body experience, I’ve always thought it sounded a bit far-fetched. Now, as Jonah carries me to his bedroom and sets me down across the comforter, I genuinely feel like I'm floating several feet in the air. He doesn't just admire my body, he treasures it. As he smooths my hair across the pillow, kissing my breasts and caressing my legs, I feel like a prize he has won. Cherished. Adored.

How can there be so much emotion in his stunning dark green eyes when we've only known each other a few days?

"I have a confession to make." His voice is always deep and gruff, as if he usually only uses it for stern, curt communication. Now it's even lower. There's also no missing the rather extreme situation going on in the front of his jeans.

"Yeah?"

"It’s been so long that any condoms I had lying around are long expired. So?—"

"Oh. Um. I'm on the pill. My friends were paranoid and talked me into it, and I like being able to schedule?—"

He cuts me off with a kiss that takes my breath away. It feels like he's trying to consume me, trying to fuse us together into one body. He spreads my thighs, allowing him to stroke and caress my pussy lightly until I start to tremble again. His thick finger drags inside me, gathering up my moisture, then spreading it all over my swollen button.

Showers of sparks dance through my nervous system as I think about what's about to happen. My right hand darts out, fumbling to undo his jeans.

"Is this what you want?" He studies my face intently.

"Yes."

My next exhale shudders as his finger glides inside me. His brows knit together slightly. "You're very tight. Are you…" I nod.

"Yes. But I want to do this. I want…" My thoughts slow down, as I realize how unbelievably sexy this moment is. "I want you," I finally whisper.

His lips barely brush mine, then I moan as he jumps up to standing.

I watch in awe as he strips off his jeans and shorts, leaving him gloriously naked. My eyes aren't big enough to take him all in. He really is built like a lumberjack – thick, sculpted shoulders. Hard slabs of muscle across his chest. Defined abs, and two perfect arcing lines over his hips.

I'll have to study the rest of him later, since the massive erection pointing straight at me seems like it needs my attention urgently.

My hand darts out, grasping the tip gently. I have no idea what I'm doing, but his sharp inhale as I begin to stroke down to the base tells me I must be doing something right. His stomach and thighs tighten as I begin to stroke up and down, curling my fingers around his length as I grasp him firmly.

After a moment, a shudder goes through him, then he pulls himself from my grip, his huge, warm, masculine body taking up most of the bed as he lays down beside me.

"That felt amazing, baby." His hand gravitates to my pussy again. This time he carefully presses two fingers inside me. "Is this where you want me? Are you ready?"

He's expecting me to be timid. And although I usually am, there’s no doubt or gray areas here for me. Gripping the back of his hair, I pull his lips to mine for a deep, almost frantic kiss. "Yeah," I moan against his lips. "I think I've been ready from the first time you looked into my eyes like that."

A slow smile spreads across his gorgeous face. "I swear, you're the only woman who can make me almost blush. That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me, gorgeous."

The instep of my foot runs up and down his calf as I kiss him again, this time trying to make him realize how much I need him. It really is a need. And one I've ignored for too long.

Warmth blooms along my spine as he begins to roll on top of me. He feels like a bit of a predator in the way he eyes me, then nips at my throat. My breath feels stuck, my heart pounding so hard that my system is already overloaded.

"Try to relax." His voice rumbles against my skin as his lips glide along my collarbone. Somehow he manages to settle over me without crushing me, his weight distributed perfectly as my legs fall open for him.

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