Page 8 of Hiding with the Mountain Man

“I have a good imagination.” She shrugged. “But all of my steamy scene research comes from other romance novels. I’ve described what I’m feeling right now many times without ever experiencing it in real life.”

“And what are you feeling right now?”

I was pushing it, and I knew it. But it was taking everything I had not to reach out, grab her, and pull her into my arms. We still had too much distance between us for that, but I could remedy that problem with a couple of steps.

“Warm all over, especially on my face,” she said. “And there’s an ache between my legs. It’s almost a stinging feeling, but it feels good too. Tingly.”

“Wet?” I asked.

She nodded. “Wet.”

Oh God, I shouldn’t have gotten her to say that word. Knowing she was wet for me was almost my undoing.

She looked down and moved her hands to the button of the firemen’s trousers. She unfastened them and lowered the zipper as I watched, speechless.

“You said a woman should be fully naked, even if the man isn’t,” she said, maybe seeing the surprise in my expression.

With one swift move, she pulled both her jeans and her panties down, kicking off her tennis shoes so she could step out of everything. And then she stood in front of me, fully naked. Still, I managed to hold back from moving toward her.

“Can I see it?” Mina asked, lowering her gaze to my crotch.

That would have been the last thing I would have expected her to say. “You can do anything you want, hon. But I’d love to kiss you first.”

And that was the God’s-honest truth. All I was thinking about right now was pressing that gorgeous body against mine and kissing her like my life depended on it.

She smiled and nodded once, then closed the remaining distance between us. Our mouths came together in a kiss that was clearly the result of a good two hours of pent-up desire, starting with the second I walked into that classroom.

As she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, my hands found the small of her back, savoring the feel of her smooth, soft skin. Everything about her was just perfect.

When she pulled back and broke the kiss, the look on her face was everything I might have dreamed. She clearly wanted me, and the fire in her eyes showed it. But her gaze gradually lowered to my pants, and she reached for them.

As she worked the button and the zipper, I realized the flaw in this arrangement. She’d insisted on me keeping the suspenders, but that was now a problem.

“The suspenders won’t let you get too far,” I said.

She shrugged. “So take them off.”

I still wore the helmet, but the suspenders went down my arms within seconds. And then she was on her knees, pulling my pants down and staring in awe as my cock sprang free.

She looked up at me, those big, innocent eyes capturing my heart. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

And then she proceeded to wrap her lips around me and go deep. She ran her hand up my thigh, then raked her fingers lightly over my balls. A groan escaped.

“I can’t believe you’ve never done this before,” I said as she seductively moved her mouth along my shaft.

She took me in, went all the way out, then took me in again, her hand wrapping around the base to make up for the part of me she couldn’t work in. She was an author. She’d written about this no telling how many times. Maybe she’d even researched it to know exactly how to describe her characters giving a blow job. That might make her better than most people who’d learned by experience.

“Okay,” I said after several glorious minutes. “That’s about all I can take.”

She didn’t seem confused by the fact that I was stopping her. In fact, she had a seductive smile as she released me and stood, allowing me once again to take in the full length of her body.

“Lay down there,” I said, gesturing toward the long wooden bench that I assumed had been put in to help us with changing. I’d never used it.

Mina obediently did as I said, lowering her body onto the bench and gripping it above her head with both hands. Her legs were together, though. That would have to change.

“Scoot down a little,” I said.

I needed her closer to the edge so I could kneel. She seemed to get what I meant. She sat up and inched downward until her butt was as close to the edge of the bench as she could get. I could tell my pants were going to get in the way, so I stripped those off, including my shoes and socks.

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