Page 6 of Mountain Man Book Boyfriend

Ismile as the server puts a piece of chocolate pie in front of me. “I really shouldn’t. I’m…I need to lose a few pounds.”

The intense man across from me leans forward and his deep silver eyes shine like the brightest star. “Don’t ever say shit like that or I’ll have to spank that pretty ass of yours, Dixie. Every damn piece of you is so damn sexy I’ve been hard since the first second I set eyes on you.” His shimmering gaze runs down my body and liquid fire skates along my nerves. “Hell, all I’ve wanted to do is throw you down on this table and fucking wreck you for any other man.”

My cheeks heat to nuclear blast but I hold his gaze. “What’s stopping you?”

I can’t believe I said that. I can’t believe that any of this is happening. This sexy man wants me. An almost thirty-year old spinster from a little town in Colorado.

His dark brow lifts. “There are a lot of people in here right now, angel. I don’t want even one man to see that pussy. It belongs to me.”

Whoosh!Who knew that panties really could go up in flames just from listening to a dirty-talking devil tell you what he wants to do to you?

“Nothing says that we have to stay here and eat if we have better things to do.”

There I go again. I have obviously read too many romances because I am sounding exactly like my favorite heroines right now.

And just like one of those sexy book boyfriends he smirks at me. “You want to come home with me, angel? Want me to fuck you all night long until neither of us can move?”

I freeze but then nod slowly. I do want that.

“Words. I need words, angel.”

“I want you to fuck me all night long. I want you to spank me, eat my pussy. Every single thing you said…I want it all.”

He stands up abruptly, almost knocking the table over. “Check please.”

I giggle when he glares at the server who’s staring at him like he’s a raving lunatic. “But you haven’t even ordered yet.”

“Don’t need it. Don’t want it. Just bring me our check please.”

“For water?”

“Yep. Now.”

Shaking her head, she staggers off, her expression shocked. I don’t know if it’s because of his strange behavior or the very impressive bulge in his pants.

All I know is that I’m going home with the sexy mountain man book boyfriend and I’m giving him my v-card.

All my dreams are about to come true and I can’t fucking wait. I want this man to make me lose my voice screaming his name.

I want to know what the hell all my girlfriends are talking about when they talk about their boyfriends or husbands.

I need to know what good sex is.

I eye the hulking giant, his dark hair tousled from his big fingers. The silver of his eyes so bright it’s like a laser in the dimrestaurant. His jaw is so sharp you could probably cut yourself on it if you touched him. His arms are crossed over his broad chest and although he’s wearing a dress shirt, I can easily picture him in a soft flannel, the buttons undone and his chest bare and rippling while he picks up an ax and swings it.

Damn, that’s hot.

I had no idea that manual labor was so hot but I think I could melt into a puddle if he whipped out an ax and started to chop wood.

He hands the server a card and she darts off to run it. Probably thinking he’s gonna change his mind and leave without paying for a damn thing.

Because who pays for water?

Apparently, Cord.

She brings the slip and he signs it quickly then he grasps my elbow gently in one huge paw. My breath stops and I struggle not to fall at this man’s feet. I can feel his fingers on my bare skin. They burn and my core aches with a hunger unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

“Let’s go to my place, angel. I’ve got something to show you.”

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