Page 10 of Chosen for the Mountain Man

She buries her face in her hand, the other still holding the covers in place. “Kill me now.”

I step closer, dropping the ice pack on the nightstand. The buzz stutters, probably muffled by her thighs. My blood’s already southbound, stirring something primal in me. “And actually, it’s crazy hot. Were you…” I clear my throat, feeling bold. “…thinking about me?”

Her hand slides down just enough to peer at me. “...Maybe.”

I perch on the edge of the bed. “Well I’ve been thinking aboutyousince you arrived. Every damn second.”

Her breath hitches. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” I skim a finger along the bedding over her leg.

She bites her lip while the vibrator still hums, relentless.

I lean in, voice dropping. “Want to wait…or do you want me to help you finish what you started? I’ll go slow. I’ll stopwhenever you say. ButChrist—if you’re this turned on, let me do something about it.”

Her stormy gray eyes lock onto mine. Then her hands slowly lower the covers down.

Hell.

She’s naked. Gloriously, shamelessly naked, the vibrator still buzzing. Her pert little tits are so luscious, tipped with rosy nipples already pebbled tight. My cock throbs, straining against my pajama pants.

She fumbles for the vibrator, but I grab it and flick it off before tossing it aside.

“Let me see.” I tug her hand away, so I can see her pretty pink pussy and the trail of tiny blonde curls. Her silken flesh glistens, and the scent of her arousal punches through me. Fuck, she’sdripping. “Jesus, you’re so wet,” I growl.

“You did this to me, Max,” she whispers.

That’s it. I pull her toward me, crushing her mouth under mine. She kisses back like she’s starved for it, fingers clawing at my shoulders. I crawl over her, until she’s pinned beneath me, her legs wrapping around my waist. The heat of her slick pussy against my skin is torture.

“Wait,” she gasps, pulling back. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

I groan, resting my forehead against hers. “You could tell me you robbed a bank and I wouldn’t care at this moment.”

She laughs, shaky. “No, it’s that…I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what? Driven a man out of his ever-loving mind before?”

She smiles. “I’ve never doneanything.” She swallows hard. “I’m a virgin.”

Oh.

Oh.

I go still, searching her face. “You’re serious?”

Ciara nods, another flush spreading across her cheeks.

“And you want me to be your first?”

Her smile is small but fierce. “Who else?”

Every possessive instinct in me ignites, my heart clenching. I brush her hair back, voice gravel-rough. “Then we do this your way. You call every shot. Red means stop, yellow means slow down, green means...well…” I nip her earlobe. “Wreck me for every other man.”

Her whole body shudders. “Green. Definitely green.”

Fuck me.

I kiss down her neck, lingering at the frantic pulse in her throat. “Tell me what feels good.”

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