Page 3 of The Mountain Man's Valentine Baby

He takes the bottle opener and beers from me, setting them back on the counter. Then he drops his head and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is gentle, but the possessive way he cups the back of my head and angles me toward him makes my knees go weak. I lean into him, tugging on the lapels of his suitcoat to urge him closer.

When he nips at my bottom lip, I open to him, desperate and dizzy with desire. I whimper when his tongue finds mine at the exact moment his beard brushes my cheeks. I want to feel that big beard between my thighs. I want to know what my skin would look like covered in beard burn.

“I want you in my bed,” he growls against my lips.

“Yes…” I murmur, desperate to keep him kissing me. If tonight is a dream, then I never want to wake up again. I want to live in this moment with his big hand cradling my body.

He lifts his head, and I whimper, already missing the contact with him. But before I can protest, he scoops me up bridal style. I’ve always been curvy and having this strong mountain man scoop me up into his arms makes me giddy with delight.

I press kisses to his face as he walks, desperate to get my lips anywhere I can. I can’t wait to feel his big body over mine, in mine, thrusting into me.

“Wait,” I gasp out.

He instantly stills and glances down at me, his chocolate brown eyes filled with concern. His voice is deep and growly when he asks, “Do you want to stop?”

I’m too far gone to want to stop this. The smart thing to do would have been to leave the moment I saw him on the balcony. But I was drawn to him. I knew the moment I took the first step toward him that I was going home with him tonight.

“Inside my purse, there are condoms.”

He somehow manages to grab my purse while never letting go of me. He strides to the bedroom with renewed purpose. His room is dark with hulking, oversized furniture and thick curtains blocking the cold, biting wind that blows outside.

He sets me gently on the massive bed, passing me my purse. I realize he might have gotten the wrong idea and explain, “I’m not…this isn’t something I normally do.”

“Me either.” He blows out a breath and takes a seat beside me. Despite all the space on the bed, he still sits as close as he can, our thighs brushing. My girl parts tingle at knowing his cock is so close. “But you don’t have to do—”

I put a finger to his lips. I have every intention of fucking this beautiful beast of a man. “It’s my first time, but I always wanted to be ready for when I met someone special. So, I thought it was a good idea to stay prepared.”

He smiles against my lips and moves my finger. “Good girl.”

Those two words melt me as he reaches for his suitcoat, peeling it from my body until I’m left only in my red dress. “Now, let’s see this shapewear I was promised a glimpse of.”

I chuckle and wiggle out of my dress until he’s seeing the beige shapewear that hugs my curves so tightly. It’s not pretty lingerie designed to arouse. But Jasper puts a hand between his legs and squeezes himself through his dress slacks. The simple motion makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He finds my curves sexy.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Lean back and let me taste that pretty pussy.”

That’s not how I expected this night to go. I’ve never trusted another person with my body, but I feel safe around Jasper. The heat from him warms me and I find myself doing what he said.

He joins me on the bed and presses soft kisses to my stomach, and I expect him to go for my pussy. But he doesn’t. Instead, he works his way down my legs, ignoring that spot where I’m aching. He kisses me all the way down to my ankle before starting his way back up. By the time he’s reached my knee, I’ve spread my legs. I’m ready for whatever he wants to give me.

“Are you aching for me, honey?” He murmurs against my skin.

That soft feeling of his beard is heavenly. I need to feel him against my pussy. Need him to give me what he’s teasing me over. I whimper in response.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers. He presses kisses higher and higher until he stops and inhales deeply. “Damn, your cream smells sweet.”

It’s the last thing he says before he licks my slit, and I nearly melt into a puddle. Nothing compares to the feeling of having Jasper teasing my soft folds with his tongue.

He slowly works me into a frenzy until I’m pulling on his hair and rubbing myself into his face. He makes obscene growls as he eats me out, and I’m pretty sure he’s making dirty promises against my swollen flesh, but I’m too far gone to listen to what he’s saying.

The orgasm rolls through me quickly and fiercely, like a summer thunderstorm that comes on suddenly. Everything else fades until I can only focus on this moment right here with him.

While I’m still boneless, he rises from the bed and strips out of his dress shirt. His big, hairy chest has my mouth watering. I want to kiss my way down it until I get to that happy trail of hair beneath his belly button.

He reaches for the waistband of his pants then pauses. “Above-knee amputation. It’s not pretty.”

He licked me to an incredible orgasm. He’s made me feel desired, like the sexiest woman in the world. I don’t want him getting in his head and feeling self-conscious. “Show me that big cock I was promised.”

He smirks at me then pulls down his pants and holy shit, the mountain man is huge. I whistle softly. “They grow them bigger on the mountain.”

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