Page 22 of Running to the Mountain Man

Oh. Shit.

No. Not yet.

I can deny a lot of things. But I can’t deny that the way Goldie rubs on me, up and down, with the squeezing—holy fuck, the squeezing—is quickly destroying my ability to keep my shit together.

“Baby…I’m coming.”

It’s too late. The need is too great. The arousal is too intense. Everything bursts out of me in hot, quick pulses.

“You’re what? Oh…” She snatches her hand away and looks worried. “Are you okay?”

Unbelievable. One touch. Over my pants. That’s all it took.

“Did I do something wrong?”

I don’t even know how to answer that.

I groan through gritted teeth until the fog clears from my head.

“No, baby,” I say, breathless and lightheaded. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Everything you do is right. Come here.”

I drag her forward and speak so close that if she wants to kiss me, she can. But I’m not going to force it. I’m not going to force anything.

“I came ’cause I’ve been rock hard since the moment I found you in my bed. My better nature has been battling against the itch. The need. The thoughts that come to mind when I look at you and you look at me. I’m trying so hard to be respectful.”

Her breath is ragged as she inhales. Goldie is so close, her batting lashes tickle my cheek. “If we, um, sleep together,” she says hesitantly. “Then the seal is broken.”

I drag my hands up to her sides and pull her backward again so I can focus on her eyes. “Wait a minute. We have sex, and that means you’re no longer spiritually married?”

She nods. “In fact, no one will want me. It’s the ultimate slap in the face to those men.”

“Say less. I got this.”

I’m going to fuck the daylights out of her. I’m going to fuck her so good she’ll never think about going back to that hell hole.

I drag my hands from her ass and up toward her lower back, massaging her there. Her eyes close and she hums so erotically that I’m hard all over again.

She bites her lip when I run my fingers along the leg band of her panties.

And then she gasps when I find her center and slip my thumb under the damp material.

We lock eyes. Her cheeks are dark pink.

“You tell me right away if I do something you don’t like.”

Goldie’s lips part.

“I need to hear you say yes, baby.”

Her eyes go hooded as my thumb strokes along her wet seam. “Sorry, I wasn’t listening.”

I smile. “If you need me to stop. You say, stop. No questions asked.”

Her pretty brows draw together. “I wouldn’t. I won’t.”

My hand on her back sweeps up under the flannel she wears, and I stroke up and down her spine. “Listen, sweetheart. This is your first time. It’s going to be intense. I know you’re not worried, and you’re so fucking brave. But if I hurt you or freak you out, I’ll never forgive myself. So, say it.”

With the way she pouts at me, I might explode all over again.

---