Page 12 of The Mountain Man's Flame

As soon as her orgasm starts, I’m moving. Humping her like a dog in heat but I don’t care. This is Nova, the love of my life and as far as I’m concerned, everything that happens between us is nothing short of an amazing miracle.

She giggles when I’ve finally stopped moving and we’ve both had our fill. I don’t want to leave her warmth, but I force myself to pull out. She’ll be sore later as it is.

“I can’t feel my legs,” she giggles again. “Can you?”

“I can’t feel anything right now,” I admit. My whole body is awash in tingles and a quiet euphoria fills my heart. This woman beside me was worth waiting for. She was worth every lonely night and every unfulfilled hope. Because she’s here now. The one person that’s meant for me. Right here, I make a silent vow that I will always adore her, always worship her.

“I think we’re pretty dirty for virgins.” Her voice is still laced with a hint of amusement.

“Former virgins,” I remind her.

She lifts her head. “How did you know I’d like the dirty talk?”

“You were listening to my book and kept making these little moans.” I felt weird about the dirty talk at first. I said things out loud to her I’ve never said to a woman in my life, that I’ve never imagined in even my dirtiest fantasies. But seeing the desire in her eyes when I did and the blush that crossed her face changed that pretty quickly. Hell, I’m willing to try anything that might turn her on.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” I nuzzle that spot behind her ear. She likes having her ears and the area around them touched.

Then I remember what she said about her legs, so I pick her up into my arms and carry her to the kitchenette. I set her down on one of the wooden chairs and soak some paper towels in warm water.

She tries to take it from my hand when I reach for her. All I have to do is send her a stern look. She instantly drops her hand and her gaze. Interesting. I’m not sure what that means, but I’m beginning to suspect that when I take over, it makes her feel safe and protected.

I clean her up as quickly as I can while still being gentle. If I keep her naked any longer, I’m going to take her again and her body needs time to recover. Her needs—both in and out of the bedroom—always come before mine.

When I’m done, I help her into her jeans and watch the way her tits jiggle as she slips back into her bra. That’s definitely a sight I can’t wait to enjoy for the rest of my life.

She pulls her hair into a ponytail while she watches me get dressed. She clears her throat then says, “It’s kind of lame but do you want to play a game?”

I nod and she opens a cabinet to reveal a whole collection of games. Most of them are word games and that makes me smile. With a mom like Nova, my kids will be smart. An image of her belly round with my baby hits me square in the gut. That wouldbe awesome. Hell, that might happen sooner rather than later for us given that I took her bare already. Twice.

“What are you smiling for?” She pulls down a few boxes before settling on a word game with tiles.

“Just thinking about the future,” I answer as I take a seat across from her at the table. Something tells me it’s too soon to tell her that I’m already mentally building our family. Nova needs time to come to terms with us. So, for now, I’ll do my best to contain my enthusiasm and keep my daydreams to myself.

Nova

“You’re quite the snuggle bunny,”I tell Aiden as I run my fingers over the stubble on his face. We’ve been in the library for five days. With anyone else, I think I’d be desperate to get back to my own space. But not with Aiden.

He growls. “You don’t call me that outside of these walls.”

“Snuggle bunny,” I repeat in a teasing tone. We’re lying on the couch, just waking up from another long night spent having sex. We’re both insatiable and we’re discovering so much about each other’s bodies.

During the days, we spend our time playing word games, learning about each other, and listening to podcasts about relationships and sex on Aiden’s phone. The nights are when we put all those podcasts into practice. I love listening to them with him because it makes it easier for us to talk about sex.

Aiden reaches for my side and tickles me in retaliation for my teasing.

I giggle and squirm against him. Things with Aiden are different than they’ve ever been with the guys I’ve dated. Withhim, things are simple and natural. Like he was the missing piece I didn’t know I needed.

When I cry uncle, he stops tickling me. His expression changes to a serious one, but amusement still lurks in his gaze. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face.

Since all we have access to is the bathroom with just a sink and hand soap, my hair is even drier than usual. But Aiden likes my hair. He touches it a lot. Actually, he touches me a lot. Even when we aren’t having sex, he’s putting his hands all over me and I love it.

I swallow, realizing I don’t want to give him the wrong idea. “I love it. I like the way you’re always touching me. It makes me feel lov—good.” I almost told him it makes me feel loved but quickly amended my statement.

He caresses my face with his fingertips. “I’m glad to hear that. I plan to be the kind of husband and father who isn’t afraid to show physical affection. I want my kids to grow up each day hearing how much their father loves them.”

I light up at the idea of Aiden with kids. In some secret place in my heart, I’ve always dreamed of having a loving husband and a big family in a little farmhouse on the edge of town. But just as quickly, a new image replaces it. Me, standing alone on the porch pregnant with Aiden’s baby while our kids wait with me for a father that won’t come home.

“We need to get up,” I force the words through a tight throat. I could say my dad was just a fluke, but Chloe’s husband left her. My brother can’t maintain a relationship for more than a month. Men don’t stick around, and I don’t want to lose Aiden. I’m not sure I would recover from that kind of heartbreak.

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