Page 11 of The Mountain Man's Siren

He stops and brings his other hand up to cup my cheek. There’s not just sadness in his gaze, there’s longing too. “You do have some self-preservation instincts after all. Good girl.”

I hate the way he thinks he’s a monster who’s unworthy of me so I force myself to explain, “I’m not...I can’t…getting wet is really hard for me. It hurts to be touched down there so I’ve never uh, gone all the way.”

Pain flickers across his features. “I’m sorry. That has to be really uncomfortable.”

I lick my lips. At least, he didn’t make fun of me. “I can still make this good for you. There are other things we can do. I promise I’m not frigid.”

“Who called you that, lamb?” There’s no mistaking the anger in his voice.

I don’t answer, not wanting to relive the night of my prom. It was embarrassing enough without telling the hot mountain man about it.

“You listen to me,” he says, still cupping my cheek. “You were with a boy who was heavily influenced by internet porn and his friends. Both of which told him that your ability to get wet was a direct reflection of his sexual prowess. So, his ego took a fuckin’ hit and he put that shit on you.”

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t get wet by myself either.” I swallow, my throat hurting. I wish this were easy for me. I wish I didn’t have to have this conversation with Owen who is incredibly hot.

“That’s not a problem,” he quickly reassures. “I have lube and I’ll take my time, go as slow as you need.”

I blink, surprised and relieved that he isn’t making this into a really big deal. I should have known better though. Owen might be grumpy, but he loves taking care of me. “Just like that?”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes blazing with sincerity. “You deserve amazing sex that feels good to you.”

He leaves the shower and when he returns a moment later, he has a large bottle of personal lubricant that he sets on the shower shelf next to his shampoo. My heart sinks as I realize he’s had the lube for a while.

He catches the look on my face and says, “I use it to loosen stuck nuts and bolts.”

“Have you had a lot of stuck nuts and bolts over for the night?” I’m trying to keep my tone neutral, trying not to let him know how this simple thing is making me seethe.

“The last time I was with a woman was about a decade ago. I’m a complete asshole and can’t recall any of the names or faces of the women I’ve slept with. It was just meaningless sex whenever I was on leave.”

He chuckles and steps closer, crowding me again. “Damn, it turns me on to see the jealousy on your face right now. It’s fuckin’ adorable.”

I like the way he pins me against the shower wall with just his body. His bulge is pressing into my stomach through the wet material of his jeans.

Owen watches me shiver then seems to realize he’s the reason. He’s steps back from me and tugs on his jeans. He slowly peels the last piece of clothing from his body, and I’m greeted with the sight of him completely naked.

My eyes drink him in, appreciating the trail of hair leading down to his thick cock. Holy shit, even allowing for shrinkage because of the cold, he’s still huge. Massive, really. Just like the rest of him. “Your body is beautiful.”

His mouth does that one sided smile. “No, I’m a soldier. But your body is fuckin’ gorgeous.” He wraps his big hands around my hips. “Love these honey curves. Gonna hang onto them while I fuck you raw.”

My mouth goes dry. “I want that.”

He groans. “Of course you do. You’ll let me lead you right into hell and you won’t complain about the flames for a minute, my innocent lamb.”

Before I can respond, his lips are over mine. His kiss is harsh and possessive. His tongue begins a relentless exploration of my lips until I’m opening to him. He sweeps into my mouth, stroking his tongue against mine and nipping at my lower lip.

I twine my arms around his neck, needing him closer.

He growls and slides his hands to my ass. He takes a round globe in each hand and lifts me up.

Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his hips. His erection brushes against my pussy lips. I experiment with a grind against him.

“Wait,” his voice is strangled as he breaks the kiss. He walks backward to the shower bench and sets me down on it, dropping to his knees in front of me. “Let’s get you comfortable first.”

He reaches for the lube bottle, and I expect him to pass it to me. But he doesn’t. He squirts a generous amount into his palm then uses his thick fingers to part my folds. I should probably feel embarrassed right now, but I don’t. Because it’s so damn erotic to watch my mountain man touching my most intimate place as he spreads the moist jelly onto my skin.

“You smell like heaven. Tell me how this feels.” He leans forward to lick me.

Instead of the normal sandpaper sensation, there’s only tingling. A very new and exciting tingling. I’ve never had someone go down on me before. I clamp my thighs together around his head, sealing him there.

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