Page 12 of Untamed Mountain Man

“That’s part of the reason I’m still a virgin,” I said. “Guys don’t go home with women like me. They go home with my friends, who are laughing and the life of the party. I just kind of blend into the background.”

“There’s no way you would ever blend,” he said.

Oh, yeah. He’d mentioned that even with a table full of women—some I thought were far more beautiful than I was—he’d singled me out.

But maybe they weren’t far more beautiful. Maybe that was just something I assumed based on past experience.

“Warm enough?” he asked.

His question pulled me out of my thoughts. It reminded me we were both sitting here, mostly naked.

The guy was ripped. Shredded. Solid. All the words guys at the gym used to describe other guys who worked out religiously. But unlike them, this guy got his muscles naturally. He didn’t spend his life looking in a mirror, thinking about how hot he was. That was more attractive to me than I would have imagined.

“I don’t think I could be warmer,” I said.

His eyes widened. “Do you want me to turn it down? Sorry, I probably blasted it.”

I shook my head. “I’m not talking about the temperature in the truck. I’m talking about what’s happening inside me.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me. Had I rendered him speechless?

“What’s going on inside your body?” he finally asked.

Inside my body. That had been an awkward way to word it to start with, and his repeat of it only reminded me of that.

“My heart speeds up,” I said. “It’s racing right now. And I have an ache between my legs, but it’s a good ache. I just feel like something’s building and if I don’t release it, I might die from longing.”

Sheesh, that was dorky. Nobody said I was good at this. Maybe I’d get a pass for being a virgin. From the heat in his eyes, though, it seemed I was doing a decent job of communicating how I was feeling.

“Yeah,” he said. “I get that. I’ve had that ache since I first saw you.”

“You mean at the lodge?”

“Last night in the restaurant. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, even when I got home.”

I sucked in a breath. Did I dare ask the next question? No, I couldn’t.

“Did you do something about it?” I asked.

Would he know what I meant by that question? Or did I need to be more specific?

God, I hoped he didn’t ask me to be more specific.

“I did,” he said. “Twice. Once last night before drifting off to sleep, and once this morning in the shower.”

I couldn’t breathe at that point, but I somehow managed to force out. “Thinking of me?”

“Thinking of you,” he said.

“What were you thinking?”

Gosh, I was being daring. I had a feeling this side of me had been inside me all along. I’d been waiting for a chance to bring it out, and now I had that chance.

“I was imagining you, naked, riding me,” he said. “Legs spread as I licked you until you came.”

A noise escaped, like it was bottled up inside my throat, just waiting to come out. There was no way to stop it. I squeezed my eyes closed, embarrassed. But if I’d been heating up before, my body was on fire now.

“But I never imagined you’d be this beautiful naked.”

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