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“Hey, they worked.”

“Not for long. We’ll go shopping.”

He acted as if he could demand I stay for an extended length of time. “No charity. Remember?”

“Fine. Then you can work it off at the resort.” Now he was tugging on my jeans and panties at the same time.

“Doing what exactly?”

“Have you waited tables before?” His teasing continued when he slipped my wet panties under his nose, breathing in deeply.

“In college, of course.”

“Then it’s settled. My brother handles all the restaurants and bars in the resort. You’ll work for him.”

“No fraternizing with the help. Huh?”

His grin was mischievous. “None. Now we don’t have to worry about it.” The deep vibrato of his voice sent a wave of explosive heat through every muscle.

Waiting tables. It was something to do until I could figure out a plan. “You’re on.”

“Good.” With my clothes removed, he crouched between my legs, lifting and splitting them wide open.

Oh, God. Another surge of embarrassment rolled though me like a tidal wave. He was already like a wild animal, every sound he made guttural in nature. How long had it been since I’d been touched this way? For-ever.

A sudden jolt hit me. “What if Cally comes down the stairs?”

He lifted his head as well as a single eyebrow before yanking the blanket into his hand, pulling it all the way over him and part of me.

I had to slap my hand across my mouth again to keep from laughing hard. He was creative in his methods of fucking. Still, I closed my eyes until he blew a swath of hot air across my aching pussy. Holy hell, the sensations were more explosive than before. But the first drag of his tongue around my clit was enough to push me straight into an orgasm.

“Oh, my, you are… amazing.” I wasn’t even certain if he could hear me under the covering.

He chuckled from my statement and shifted a single finger into position where his tongue had been. The way he kissed both inner thighs was just a telling of what was to come. I was right. The man was obviously very hungry, darting his tongue past my swollen folds.

Oh, boy. My entire body tensed as another rush of excitement tore through me. Without being able to watch him, the experience was like being tossed blindfolded into the perfect moment of nirvana. With every swipe of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers in my tight channel, I left more of my old life back in Baltimore.

Maybe there was something special about mountain men and small towns. The thought bringing a much needed smile, I allowed myself to float away as he continued licking. He had a sense of my body, realizing exactly what made me tick. His licks became fast and furious only to be pulled back, bringing me precariously close to a slice of heaven.

I glanced toward the stairs, gasping for air as his actions became rougher. My toes were curled, my heels digging into the rug. I was even shoving them up and down on the surface while clamping one set of fingers around the blanket and another trying to grip the rug.

“Jagger,” I croaked, barely able to find my voice let alone recognize it.

I’ll be damned if there wasn’t a little bit of comedian in him. He poked his head out from under the throw. “Yes?”

“Oh, don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it.” He resumed what he was doing, taking even more time to drive me crazy. Back and forth my emotions flew,but the ecstasy was rolling closer to the surface. Panting, I could feel a couple of beads of perspiration sliding down my face. Soon, I would be covered in it, the heat from his body and what he was doing to me the reason.

I was losing control, my body totally in tune to his actions and the man. How I’d been able to let go this much wasn’t something I wanted to question for fear of shutting down. I simply smiled as the moment of pure bliss jetted into my system like rocket fuel. There was no pretense here, no way of fighting the joy he’d just provided.

Somehow, I managed to hold back a scream of sheer delight as he continued feasting, a single orgasm lasting for what seemed like minutes. I was tingling all over, my legs shaking from the tension I’d put them under.

He didn’t stop for another few minutes, which drove me to a place of utter relaxation. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed a loving touch until now. I’d lied to myself for far too long, making excuses for everything. No longer.

The moment he finally emerged from under the blanket, wearing a devilish smile, I tousled his hair. He gave me a funny look before tossing the blanket aside and standing. That was the moment I was given a slight show as he finished undressing, even tossing a couple of looks over his shoulder to ensure we weren’t being interrupted.

With his jeans finally disappearing, I took a deep breath and held it. Yes, all of him was a creation made by God himself.

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