Page 10 of Reckless Mountain Man

He didn’t say anything, just looked behind him and switched the sign from open to close. Then he turned the key in the lock and pulled it out, testing the door to make sure it indeed didn’t budge. After that, he flipped the switch next to the door, bathing us in darkness.

My mouth still hung open. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. It was his turn to talk, anyway.

He didn’t talk, though. Instead, he walked straight toward me, coming around the counter. As I was still processing what was happening, he pulled me against him, his hand settling in the small of my back.

Then his mouth descended on mine, his tongue sliding between my parted lips in a kiss like nothing I’d ever imagined. When he took his hands off me briefly, I actually missed his touch, but within seconds, I felt the tug of my shirt coming out of my pants.

As his hands plunged beneath the fabric, moving over my bare back, my body lapped up every bit of the contact. His huge, work-roughened hands felt so good on my soft skin, and the contrast made me breathless. But I didn’t want to just be touched. I wanted to run my hands over those muscles. Andthat was exactly what I did. I hungrily slid my hands over his shoulders, then his upper arms.

He seemed to want more, going by the way he suddenly shoved off his leather jacket and let it fall to the ground, breaking the kiss. He didn’t resume kissing me immediately, though—instead lifting my shirt over my head and staring at my breasts, which were barely contained by my bra. They were so constrained, I sighed with relief when he unsnapped the fastening at the back and freed them.

He watched as I slid the straps down my arms and let the bra fall to the floor. “Damn, you’re beautiful, he said.

Those words were music to my ears. I’d been called that before, but it meant so much more coming from him. Even the look in his eyes went straight to my heart.

Yes, this guy wanted me. I couldn’t imagine anything hotter.

Eager to see his body, I grabbed his sweatshirt and lifted it. He helped me pull it over his head, tossing it to the floor and pulling me back toward him to resume the kiss. That meant I briefly feasted my eyes on his perfect pecs and abs…and all the other muscles that people spend hours in the gym trying to establish. This guy got it through good old-fashioned manual labor, I was sure.

I ran my hands over his shoulders and arms, this time savoring the feel of every curve. He was tough and strong, and right now, he was all mine.

The feel of my bare chest against his was enough to keep me satisfied for a while. But within minutes, his hands were wandering again, running over my ass, then moving around to the button on my pants.

I’d been thinking all day about how he’d seen me wearing only my underwear, touching myself. But I no longer felt the need to kick myself over it. It hadn’t just been a one-time thing. He’d come back to finish what we started.

I tried to concentrate on the kiss, but it was too hard with his hands lowering my zipper, shoving my pants out of the way. He didn’t waste time with my underwear either, pushing it down along with my pants, which pooled somewhere around my thighs. I wiggled a little to get them lower, but they still ended up at my knees. I felt awkward as I wiggled around more to get them to my mid-calves, then my ankles.

He didn’t seem to mind, though. Instead, he pulled back and looked down at me.

“Turn around,” he said. “And balance yourself on this.”

He tapped the counter next to him. I glanced back over my shoulder at the window, but no one was visible on the other side of it, and it was dark in here, anyway. Plus, with the closed sign, I doubted anybody would walk over and look in.

Facing away from him, I could at least keep an eye on things. If I saw movement out there, I’d duck down and take him with me before anyone could see us. That was the plan, anyway, but as soon as I turned around, his hands were on me. One hand cupped my breast while the other moved over my stomach, settling between my legs. He found that nub immediately, and I sighed as he stroked it.

He was going to make me come. My second orgasm ever and the first one I hadn’t brought on myself. I forced my eyes open and tried to keep them on the window, but it felt so good. I bit my lip to keep from making noise, even though nobody was around to really hear it.

It was probably best I stay quiet. I didn’t want to risk calling attention to this area of the lobby.

“Do you like that?” he said in my ear. He squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yes,” I said. “It feels so good. You feel good.”

“You’re so wet. Are you going to come for me?”

I nodded, mostly because I couldn’t speak. I was having a tough time even breathing at this point.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered.

“Not until you come first. Only then will I slide my big cock into that sweet pussy.”

A small whimper escaped. I couldn’t hold it back. His words were turning me on—almost as much as his touch. As I kept an eye on the window, it occurred to me that we were doing this in a public place. All over this hotel were employees and guests. Nobody would know what was going on over here. Nobody in the lobby, nobody in the restaurant or bar, and nobody in the rooms above us.

And that was what plummeted me over the edge. I closed my eyes again as the orgasm took over my body, sending warmth flooding through me. But this time when I came down, I didn’t feel satisfied. No, I wouldn’t feel satisfied until we finished this.

I turned around, and he immediately lowered his mouth to mine. This kiss was not quite as passionate as the one earlier. No, this one was sweeter. This kiss told me he had feelings for me that went beyond the physical.

And that was when I knew my heart was safe in this guy’s hands.

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