Page 9 of Hiding with the Mountain Man

That left me naked too. I just hoped nobody showed up. This might be a fireable offense. But I didn’t give a damn.

I knelt, but I didn’t move my mouth toward her just yet. First, I slid my finger inside her pussy and watched her head tilt back and her eyes close. She let out a gasp and arched her back.

Oh yeah. She liked that.

But that had nothing on her response to my tongue touching her clit for the first time. She let out an “Oh” so loud, it could probably be heard for miles. It definitely echoed throughout the fire hall.

After that, her noises quieted a little, like she realized we could get caught here. She let out mostly pants and gasps as I tried various patterns, running my tongue over her as I slid my finger in and out of that tight, wet pussy.

“Oh my God,” she finally whispered. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

There was no doubt in my mind it was her first orgasm by that series of exclamations. I would have assumed she’d gottenworked up writing her steamy scenes and found a way to get off, but maybe not. Maybe she’d been saving herself for this very moment. Maybe somehow, deep inside, she knew that the best orgasms of her life would happen soon.

Finally, the arched part of her back lowered and I knew she was done. I looked around, verifying we were still alone—we were—and then stood. This time, when I scanned the room, it was to scout a place to take this to the next step.

But she seemed to have other ideas.

In one motion, she sat up and had her hand around my erection, stroking it as she looked up at me with a devilish grin. “I can make you come this way.”

She wrapped her lips around me again, taking me in deep. It was tempting to let her continue. It felt so damn good. We could get around to taking her virginity later, maybe in a bed with candles all around. I could make it really romantic.

But no, she wanted this here. Now. I stepped back, pulling myself out of her mouth, and reached out a hand.

“Follow me,” I said.

6

MINA

Iwas scared. Terrified, really. Not of having sex with this man. I trusted him with my life. But of what was about to happen.

What if it hurt? What if he found that a turn off?

Wyatt led me to the sinks and lifted me onto the counter as though I weighed no more than a feather. The surface was cold against my ass cheeks, which was an interesting contrast to the heat I felt everywhere else.

He ran a hand up my thigh as he leaned over to give me a deep kiss. That kiss was all I needed. It let me know I was safe in his hands. He’d get me through this, and on the other side of it would be better sex. Sex without pain. Sex with only pleasure.

He began rubbing my clit, which was still sensitive from my first orgasm. That was the release I’d needed for years, and now that I knew what an orgasm felt like, I’d never be the same.

He didn’t stop rubbing as he slowly positioned himself at my entrance and slid inside slightly. But he paused.

“I don’t have protection,” he said.

“I’m on birth control. Have been for a couple of years. It seemed absurd at the time, but my mom insisted on mescheduling my first gynecologist appointment, and the doctor talked me into it.”

Now I was grateful she had. I would’ve kicked myself right now if I’d ignored her advice.

“I’m safe,” Wyatt said. “It’s been a while for me. Years, in fact. I didn’t want to get involved with another woman until the kids were grown, but…”

He stopped there, and my heart sank a little. He’d mentioned being a single dad, but I hadn’t stopped to think about what that meant.

It meant I wasn’t just entering a relationship with him, but with a ready-made family. If you’d asked me yesterday if I was ready for that sort of thing at the age of twenty-three, I would have laughed and said no. But now that I’d met him, all of that had shifted.

I couldn’t think about that right now, though. That was for later, after we’d made love. After I’d lost my virginity.

“I trust you,” I said, looking him in the eye. “I feel safe with you.”

His expression softened, and there was a warmth in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. This wasn’t about desire. This was about feelings.

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