Page 7 of Wishing for the Mountain Man

You could take it all off.

Those words froze on my lips. I didn’t say them, though—mostly because I wanted it to be her choice. I was being overly conscientious about consent. It had been drilled into me during my time in the military. I wanted to make sure she was okay with this.

Instead of saying anything, I did something I hadn’t planned. I yanked off my T-shirt, then my shorts, which left me standing in front of her wearing only a pair of briefs that did nothing to disguise my erection. I also wore tennis shoes and socks, so those had to come off as well since she’d taken off her dress shoes at some point.

Then I walked toward the boat and held out my hand. I watched her carefully, hoping she’d trust me but not sure if I’d earned that trust yet. If she was feeling the same attraction I was, maybe I didn’t have to say the words.

She looked around, as though verifying we were still alone out here, before stepping toward me. I could have told her nobody would bother us. I bought this lot and built a house on it because of the lack of homes up here. I had one guy I called a neighbor, but his house was on the other side of the trees from mine. He wouldn’t be able to see us even if I pushed us out into the center of the pond.

When she slipped her hand out of mine to settle onto the seat, I was stunned by how much my body craved her touch. I needed physical contact with her as much as I needed my next breath.

I took the seat by the motor and fired up the engine. She said nothing as I motored us away from the bank. I then cut the engine to let us free float for a while.

“What if another boat comes along?” she asked, her eyes wide as she scanned the water around us.

“Nobody’s coming along,” I said. “This is basically a man-made pond that someone tossed fish into at some point. It’s not connected to any bigger body of water.”

She was staring at me now. I couldn’t read her expression. All I knew was I wanted to kiss her until her eyes glazed over like they had earlier.

This woman wanted me. That meant more than anything I could think of.

“Come here,” I said.

I stretched out my arm, but my hand didn’t come close enough. That meant she had to push herself to her feet and slowly walk toward me.

As soon as I could, I grabbed her hands with both of mine, if only to help steady her. I pressed my thighs together and moved my hands to her hips, tugging her toward me. Her legs automatically went around me and she straddled me, settling onto my lap just as I’d intended.

God, this woman was…everything. Her kisses, the way she moved her fingers over my shoulders, the feel of her warm body against mine…

At some point, my fingers moved to her bra strap and I unclasped the hooks, but moving away from her and breaking the kiss for a few seconds was almost painful. She helped me tug the straps down and the bra ended up somewhere on the floor of the boat.

My attention was squarely on feeling her breasts against my chest as I captured her mouth in another long kiss. When she moaned against my mouth, though, I knew time was running out. I had to make her come before I got so turned on, I came in my underwear.

That was when I realized the boat might not have been the best idea. I couldn’t lay her down and run my mouth over her entire body. But there’d be plenty of time for that. I just had tofind a way to make love to this woman every day for the rest of my life.

Sliding my hand between us, I shoved her panties aside and slid a finger inside her. She broke the kiss and gasped, looking down at me with surprised eyes.

She was so wet. Now I was the one who groaned as my finger found her clit and I began moving over it. Her eyes drifted closed, and she began gyrating her hips in rhythm with my movements.

Just watching her was turning me on, so I had to close my eyes. But the image of her remained in my head. Those slightly parted lips, her long eyelashes fanning out, serving in sharp contrast to the fair skin beneath her eyes.

“Oh God,” she gasped, then repeated, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

Her hips began moving faster, and I took that as a sign to increase my speed. Together we worked out a rhythm that had her gripping my shoulders and saying, “Ahh,” her voice carrying through the balmy night air.

When finally, her orgasm was complete, she lowered her head slightly, rubbing her forehead against mine as she struggled to catch her breath. I withdrew my finger and put both arms around her, pulling her close as my cock throbbed in my underwear against her now-covered pussy.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she said. “But we have to take it slow.”

I pulled away slightly and looked at her. “Of course. You set the pace.”

She shook her head. “You don’t understand. This is my first time. Ever.”

My eyes widened. I thought she was in her mid-twenties, but I had a moment of panic. I did some quick math, though, and remembered she was in her second year of veterinary school,so she’d at least have a four-year degree. That would put her at twenty-three at least.

That led me to my next concern, though. “Are you sure you want to do this here? Your first time should be special. We can go back to my cabin.”

She was shaking her head again. “I want it here. Now. I wantyou.”

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