Page 9 of Flirting with the Mountain Man

I paused. I didn’t want to talk about other women with her. Even if it was someone I dated two decades ago.

“It’s not that I haven’t wanted to have sex,” Bianca said, looking down at her hands. She started picking at the fabric of her sweatpants as though she saw something there. I didn’t see anything. “I just haven’t met a man I wanted to have sex with before. Until you.”

She looked up then and silence fell over the cab. I should probably say something, but I was having trouble even figuring out how to breathe.

“You—” I started but no other words were coming. I took a deep breath, regrouped, and said, “You’ve never been with a man?”

“Nope. It kind of becomes a pain after a while. You have to tell every person you date, for one. And then they get all weird about it.”

Was I being weird about it? Probably. I’d never faced this situation before.

“But if you’re up for it, I want to change things,” she said.

My eyes widened. “You want me to take your virginity?”

“I want to give it to you.”

She took a quick look around, wiggled on her seat until she was in a more upright position, and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. Beneath the shirt, she wore a white lacy bra that was far fancier than the casual clothes she wore.

“I put it on after I saw you at the door,” she said. “I felt weird about you seeing me without a bra, so I put on the sexiest bra I own.”

“Wow.”

Normally, I had game. It had been a while, but I knew how to win over a woman and get her into bed. Right now, though, I seem to have turned into the fifteen-year-old version of myself. This woman was just so…perfect. She was everything I’d ever wanted.

“You’re beautiful,” I said. “Unbelievably so.”

She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Finally, she opened those eyes and said, “Nobody’s ever said that to me.”

That was a shame. This woman should be told every day for the rest of her life that she was beautiful, gorgeous, amazing…all the things. And if it were up to me, I’d be the person saying them.

“Come here,” I said.

But even as I said the words, I was closing the distance between us, leaning way over and reaching out to loop my hand behind her neck. I tugged her toward me, hating the awkwardness of the setup but willing to figure out how to make it work.

If my girl wanted to have sex in a fire truck, we’d have sex in a fire truck. Her wish was my command.

She moaned against my mouth, and the sound sent fresh heat to my cock. That was when the distance became too much.

I started to gesture for her to climb over, but the center console between us would make that a tricky maneuver. So instead, I told her to hold on a second. Then I opened my door, climbed down from the truck, and went around to her side.

It was so awkward, getting me into the seat and her on top of me, I considered taking this party somewhere else. I was actually doing a mental inventory of the fire station. There was a sofa in the living area where the guys hung out. It had a pool table too. That might have been interesting.

But once she was settled onto my lap, straddling me, the passenger door closed once again, I decided this might work after all. The kiss deepened, and I let my hands roam over her back, quickly finding the fastening and undoing her bra.

She pulled away long enough to discard the bra and tug on my T-shirt. I helped, pulling it over my head and tossing it onto the console. We might have to get dressed in a hurry, and I didn’t want it too far out of reach.

As she came in for another kiss, I caught a glimpse of her bare breasts and held in a gasp at her large but perky breasts with pink-tipped nipples. The image stayed implanted on my brain as I closed my eyes for the kiss.

My hands began to wander, heading straight beneath the waistband of her sweatpants and pushing them down, along with her panties, until her ass was bared for my hands. But soon that wasn’t enough.

I broke the kiss and said, “Take off your pants.”

I should’ve taken her to the couch. At least then we could easily undress and I could give her body the full attention it deserved.

She scooted off of me just enough to slide the pants and her panties down. She was so slouched, though, I didn’t get to take in her full naked body. There’d be plenty of time for that later.

She started to return to straddling me but stalled with her hands on my shoulders. “You too,” she said.

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