Page 14 of Chiseled Mountain Man

Disappointment shot through me. He wasn’t going to get up and do that. He was too caught up in his work. Maybe he thought it was a bad idea, getting more involved with me than he already was. I was more than a decade younger than him, after all. Some guys were weird about stuff like that.

Some women were too. In fact, if someone had asked me twenty-four hours ago if I’d ever get involved with an older man, I probably would have said no. I was attracted to older men, of course. Actors, musicians, guys I saw on billboards. But that didn’t mean I’d ever date one in real life.

But now I saw myself doing exactly that. In fact, I couldn’t imagine why I’d ever thought dating someone my own age was a good idea. This guy had experience. He’d know what he was doing. I needed that in my life. Not just in bed, but in every facet.

“Don’t you want to see the finished product?” he asked.

I sucked in air. “You’re finished already?”

“Yep.”

He turned it around and I stood, not caring that I was mostly naked. I had to get a closer look at this.

It was beautiful. There were no details, of course, but he’d outlined a female figure that was gorgeous. Someone looking at it wouldn’t identify it as me. It could be a large number ofwomen. But that wasn’t the point. The point was, he’d taken a look at me and crafted this work of art. It meant more to me than I could ever explain.

“Oh, wow,” I said. “This is amazing. Beautiful. I can’t stop looking at it.”

“Take it home with you,” he said. “You could put it on display and nobody will even know what it is.”

My roommate would have questions. So would my parents if they stopped by. But it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to have a roommate—not one in Jefferson, anyway. I was moving to Seduction Summit, whether my parents liked it or not.

“Thank you,” I said, returning my attention to his face.

His expression was neutral as usual, but I saw something else. A slight hint of fear and maybe a little uncertainty.

“Do you still want to kiss me?” I asked.

Sean looked at me then, and whatever I’d seen in his eyes was replaced by confidence. He knew what he wanted. He wanted me.

Suddenly, he stood. In the process, he shoved the stool back against the table. It wobbled before settling into place once and for all.

My breath caught as he came around the table. His stride was determined, and he didn’t stop until he had his arms around me and my body pressed against his.

He looked down at me for several long seconds, and the desire in his eyes made my knees go weak. Thankfully, I had his arms around me, holding me in place.

And then he lowered his head and captured my mouth in a kiss that was filled with all the pent-up longing of the past twelve hours. As soon as my mind cleared from the best kiss of my life, I realized his hands were on my bare back, the heat of them warming me to my core. I was suddenly overwhelmed by just how much I wanted him to touch me all over.

Finally, he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my ear. “Turn around,” he whispered.

I did exactly that, leaning against him and feeling the rough denim and soft flannel against my bare skin. He was fully dressed, while I was mostly nude. There was something so incredibly hot about that.

I sighed as his hands went straight to my breasts, cupping them while he nudged away the hair at my right shoulder with his chin. Then he began planting kisses along my shoulder. It was the relief of sinking into a warm bath at the end of a long day, combined with the thrill of a theme park ride.

I wanted the feeling to never, ever end.

His thumbs began circling my areolae, and I arched my back, which slid my butt cheeks along his bulge. He groaned, and the sound made its way through my body, upping my arousal and making me even wetter for him.

And then one hand made its way over my stomach, and I knew where he was going. I sucked in a breath, taking advantage of the way it made my stomach just a little flatter.

He loved my curves, though. His adoring gaze while he was carving them had made that much clear.

When his fingers slid beneath the waistband of my panties, I let out an involuntary sigh. He was going where no hand had gone before, not even mine. I hadn’t dared touch myself, although I’d thought about it from time to time.

“Spread your legs a little wider for me, baby,” he said into my ear.

That was when I realized I’d had them clamped together, tight as could be. It had nothing to do with any hesitance for him to touch me. No, I’d been doing that because of the growing pressure down there. I recognized it now as an overwhelming need to feel his touch—to have him inside me.

I did exactly as he requested and parted my legs. His hand went farther, his finger parting my folds. Suddenly, he let out a groan.

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