Page 12 of Stubborn Mountain Man

I wanted to bridge the distance between us and kiss her, but not yet. Not until I was sure that was exactly what she wanted.

She lowered her hand to her lap and stared at me for a long moment. Then she dropped her gaze to her body.

“No man has ever seen me naked before,” she said.

“That’s still the case,” I said. “You’re not fully naked.”

Was that a dare? A challenge? A request? Yeah, definitely a request. I didn’t expect it to work, though.

“Okay,” she said. “I guess I should be naked except for the shirt, right? That’s the only way to make the picture look real.”

Sure. Whatever she said. As long as those shorts and panties came off soon, I’d be happy.

I didn’t expect her to remove the panties, though. They wouldn’t show in the picture. So when she unfastened her shorts and pushed both those and her panties down, tossing them to the ground next to us, I could only stare, speechless.

Gillian was naked. The sight had my cock throbbing, reminding me I still wore my boxer shorts. I reached down and adjusted myself, hoping to at least keep things from poking out of the hole in my boxers. Her eyes widened as she watched me, squeezing her legs together as though I hadn’t already seen her glistening folds.

I didn’t even have to touch her to know she was wet for me. And that meant she might very well sleep with me. At the very least, maybe she’d let me touch her. Lick her. Give her an orgasm. Maybe more than one.

Was that against the rules?

“You’re beautiful,” I said, not taking my eyes off her face.

I wanted her to know that even though her body was doing things to me, it wasn’t just that. Everything about her spoke to me.

“Really?” she asked. “I mean, you’re the kind of guy who can get any woman he wants, so?—”

“You’re the only woman I want,” I said. “Nobody else. And I’ve never said that to a woman before.”

I’d never felt that about a woman before today. But I didn’t want to scare her off. I just wanted her to know that these wordsweren’t words I said to every woman I wanted to sleep with. Oranywoman besides her. And that was the damn truth.

“You…want me?” she asked.

The surprise in her expression went straight to my heart. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Any guy would be lucky to have her. But if she felt the same way about me, I’d be the only guy for her for the rest of my life.

“I’ve never wanted anyone or anything more than I want you right now.”

I was still holding the shirt, but it seemed pointless now. I wasn’t going to take a picture of her in it. Not yet anyway. Right now, my goal was to keep her out of it.

“Will you…kiss me?” she asked.

They were the words I’d been waiting my whole life to hear. My first thought, though, was a logistical one. I needed to get all this food out of the way so there’d be nothing between us. Or maybe I could just pick her up and carry her?—

“Here,” she said, probably noticing that my gaze had shifted to the tent I’d just set up for her. “I want you to kiss me right here.”

Whatever my lady wanted, my lady got. I’d make sure of that.

I pulled the blanket and snacks off the rock—she had to wiggle around to get it from underneath her—and set it all on the ground. Then I settled back onto the rock, but this time I left very little space between us. She sat with her legs crossed in front of her, her hands shielding her most private part from my view. She was still trying to be modest.

“Damn, you’re hot,” I said in the seconds before my lips brushed hers.

The kiss deepened almost immediately, my tongue parting her lips as she sighed into my mouth. My hand went to her neck, sliding toward her nape while running my thumb over her jawline. That brought another moan.

I was still being a perfect gentleman when I felt Gillian’s fingers moving over my thigh and toward my boxers. When I let a moan escape, at first, I worried it might scare her off, but it seemed to only make her bolder. She scooted her fingers underneath the hem of my boxers and made her way to the apex of my thigh, inadvertently brushing over my balls.

I bit back a moan that time. I had to focus on her. I couldn’t come before I’d given her the orgasm of her life.

Her hand continued roaming over the top of my boxers, finding the open fly. Her fingers wiggled the fabric until she could extract my erection, at which point she wrapped her hand around it.

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