Page 6 of Trouble for the Mountain Man

“Thanks for your help today. This place has been in such a mess.”

Aidan is right next to me topping up my wine glass. I had been so lost in my thoughts I had not realised he was there.

I wave the glass in front of me. “I may not be good at dating. Or good at sex. But I can sort through papers.”

Oh my God, had I just said that outloud? It’s because I've been thinking about sex. Oh damn, I feel my face going red with embarrassment.

“Excuse me?” Aidan sounds like he is choking.

“Don’t worry about it.” I rush to brush it off, placing my glass on the side table. “The thing is, I….”

In one movement Aidan pulls me up out of the chair. Our eyes meet. Slowly he leans in and I know he is going to kiss me.

This is it!

His lips touch mine. Gently. Soft. But just for a moment. Just a beat in time and then I’m wrapped in his arms with a groan. Like a dam breaking, our hunger is unleashed.

His lips are hot on mine. His beard tickles my chin and I can taste the wine on his lips. My heart is beating fast. Already I'mbreathless and can feel my knees starting to shake. Is it nerves? Is it passion? Am I having a heart attack?

I pull away. A quick glance up at his face shows a frown and a concerned look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m not very good at this.”

“This?” His voice sounds hoarse. Like he’d like to say more but is wrestling for control.

“Sex stuff. I’m sorry. I know I went on the website. I came all the way out here. You were expecting. Wellyouweren’t expecting. But now we are here. And I feel all the things. I just… I just…I’m not sexy…I’m not any good….”

He has stepped closer and a finger under my chin forces me to look up into his eyes.

“Who told you aren’t sexy?” His thumb rubs ever so gently over my bottom lip. His eyes watch with fascination.

His head lowers till I can feel his warm breath on my throat. He inhales my scent before placing a soft kiss on my throat. I can feel heat radiating from his body. He is so close but not quite touching. My legs feel weak and I want to cling to him for support. When he takes my earlobe in his mouth and gently sucks on it, I feel I am going to collapse. Or explode.

Oh God, I can’t even think straight.

My arms go around his neck. I have no choice. I need to be closer to him.

His mouth claims mine. His kiss deep and hungry. His arms around me pull my body against his hard chest and stomach.

He lifts me up. Held in his arms, right now, I would let him carry me anywhere. But when he sits me on his desk I look up at him with surprise.

“You know that I’m a scientist? So I’m going to have to see if your hypothesis is correct.” As he speaks his fingers play with the fabric of my t-shirt. When he starts to pull it upward, I automatically raise my arms. He gazes at breasts. Gently running his finger tips along the lace of my bra before he reaches around to unhook it at the back.

I’m amazed that I sit here under his gaze. It’s as if I’m held in a sexy trance. He is examining me with that look of concentration he showed his plants. And it is heating me up. No greenhouse needed. Just his gentle touch. His examination of my body.

When the bra drops away he takes a sharp breath in. His hands come up to cup my breasts. His thumb rubbing over one hard, pink pebbled nipple.

“Hazel, just so you know. You are fucking sexy.”

His words are husky before he lowers his head to suck and nip and play with my breasts. Leaning back on my elbows I love how big and strong his hands are as they expertly explore my body. Firing my blood and making me gasp.

“Your body drives me wild. You are so beautiful.”

I barely feel his hands pushing down my pants. Raising my hips so he has full access.

Pulling me up for a kiss as his fingers stroke at my opening between my legs.

“God, you’re so hot and wet for me. So fucking sexy.”

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