Page 8 of Liberated Mountain Man

I slip into the bathroom, the steam quickly filling the small space as I turn the faucet. I take off my nightdress and panty and toss it to one side. But my mind is still outside, still with Jax, and when I glance through the small window, I see him again. He’s chopping wood, in a vest and jeans. His muscles flexing with every swing, the sharp crack of the axe splitting the air. My mouth goes dry as I watch him, my pulse quickening as heat floods my body again. I notice that my nipples are so hard and erect. I tug at one. Then I gently stroke it. It feels so good. Has this always been connected. How had I not noticed before.

I don’t know why, but watching him, touching my nipples and seeing the power in his movements, makes the ache between my legs impossible to ignore. My body clenches, and I bite my lip, trying to understand this strange, overwhelming feeling. Why do I want to be close to him so badly. I don’t want him out there I want him here. And the more I think about the more wet I feel down there.

Shaking my head, I dip my finger into the bath, only to yank it back with a sharp loud yelp. The water is scalding hot, and before I can even register the pain, the door flies open.

“Cassie?” Jax’s voice is a rough growl, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. And that’s when I realize—I’m completely naked. And for some reason I don’t rush to cover myself like I would usually do at home when a maid entered my room, and I was naked. I just stand there. Because I like the way he is looking at me.

Jax’s eyes sweep over me, dark and intense, his gaze lingering on every inch of my exposed skin. My heart pounds as the air between us thickens, the heat between my legs building with every second. I don’t understand what’s happening, why I’m feeling this way, but I can’t deny it any longer. I bite my lip,nervous, unsure how to voice what’s been swirling in my head since we got here. But I trust him.

“Jax... Why do I feel... wet... down there?” I point to my pussy.

His body stills. For a moment, he says nothing.

“Cassie,” he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble against my skin. “What do you know about sex?”

The question makes my heart stutter, heat rising in my cheeks. I don’t know how to answer him—how to explain the little I’ve seen or been told.

“Not much,” I admit, my voice shaking. “I saw my dad and stepmom once... they were both naked, and she was... making noises. She said they were having sex and told me that couples do it to show love. Is sex why I’m wet?”

“God, Cassie. You’ re going to kill me. That’s because your body knows exactly what it wants... what it needs.” He moves closer placing his hand on my waist, and all I can think of is how I want his hands all over my body.

His hand moves lower, fingers tracing my thigh as his eyes lock on mine. “You’re wet because you want me, sweetheart. Your body is begging for it. It’s making it easier for me to fit inside of you.”

“How?”

Jax’s fingers still hover near my waist, not quite touching, and instead of moving lower, he leans in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck. The first touch is featherlight, almost like he’s testing my reaction, and my skin tingles where his lips graze. Then, his breath grows hotter, and his kisses become firmer, his mouth pressing against the curve of my neck with deliberate intensity.

The sensation sends a jolt through me, sparks shooting down my spine. My body reacts without permission, my back arching slightly, as though I need more, even though I don’t fully understand why. His lip’s part, and I feel the wet heat of his mouth as he sucks gently on the skin just below my ear. It’s so intimate, so possessive, and I feel the world tilt around me.

“That feels so good.”

My knees feel weak, and I grasp onto his arms, needing something to hold on to, my head tipping back to give him more access. I don’t even realize I’m doing it, but I want more of him—more of this strange, addictive sensation that makes my whole body feel alive.

Jax growls low against my skin, the sound vibrating through me, and his lips pull harder, sucking in a way that makes my entire body tremble. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispers between kisses, his voice thick and possessive.

“Please, more.”

What he does next… I can’t form words; all I can do is nod, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. His mouth moves lower, sucking on the base of my neck, and I feel his teeth graze my skin, a light bite that sends another wave of heat flooding through me. The pleasure is so intense it borders on overwhelming, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep going, to keep pulling these feelings out of me, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.

It’s like his mouth is claiming me, marking me, and every time he sucks harder, it sends a thrill through me that makes my heart pound. I never knew being kissed here could feel this good—this powerful.

My body is buzzing, every nerve alive under his touch, and I feel myself melting into him, giving in to the overwhelmingsensation. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before—so intense, so powerful. My skin feels like it’s on fire, burning in the best way, and the throbbing between my legs only grows stronger.

Instinctively, I close my legs, the pressure too much to bear, trying to ease the ache, but Jax stops me immediately. His hand grips my thigh firmly, his dark gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.

“No,” he growls, shaking his head slowly. “You don’t hide this from me, ever. We don’t keep your pussy away like that. It must stay open for me, always. And only for me.”

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I feel heat rush to my face, but I don’t move. His voice is so commanding, so certain, and the way he’s looking at me makes me want to do anything he asks.

“Open up your legs,” Jax orders, his voice firm but low, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s my pussy, and I do what I want with it.”

A tremor runs through me at his words, and my breath hitches in my throat. My body reacts before my mind can fully process what he’s said, and I slowly part my legs, my skin tingling as the cool air hits my heated core.

“W-what do you want to do with it?” I whisper, my voice trembling as I look up at him, my pulse racing in anticipation.

Jax’s eyes darken even more, his jaw clenched, and without a word, he kneels in front of me. His hands grip my thighs, pushing them wider as his gaze drops between my legs. The look on his sends a thrill through my whole body.

“I want to take my time with it,” he murmurs, his voice rough as his fingers trace up my inner thighs, sending sparks ofheat through me. “I want to look at it, taste it, own it. And you’re going to let me.”

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