Page 25 of Striking Out In The Mountains

I lean against the door frame as I gaze into his sexy dark eyes. I’ve never felt this comfortable with someone so quickly. I’ve been living in the Greene Mountains for a month now, but here with Graham, it’s the first time I’ve felt like I’m home.

I want him to come in, but I don’t know how to say it. All of that aggressive sexual energy I had before dinner is nowhere to be found. I don’t know how to move on to the next step. How do I get to first base?

I nibble my bottom lip, clasp my hands together, and smile shyly.

He seems to be reading my mind as he looks at my mouth. I wonder if he’s good at reading people or if it’s because we’re connecting on another level…

I guess it doesn’t matter because I’m about to get what I want regardless.

He steps forward and my body just reacts.

I get all melty inside as I step forward too. I step on my toes as he leans down, our lips connecting like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like this is exactly what our mouths were built for. Like talking and eating are only used to waste time until our mouths can dothis.

“Mmmmm,” I moan as I slide my hand up his powerful chest. He’s cupping my cheeks, holding my mouth in place as we passionately kiss.

I’m already so wet. I think I’ve been wet the whole damn night. I may need an IV drip to rehydrate after this man leaves.

It would be worth it. No regrets.

His kiss turns hard and demanding, ripping the air from my lungs and making my legs turn to jelly.

I need this man to come inside. To come inside my house. To cum inside me.

“Do you want to come in?” I ask, breathlessly.

He grins as he reaches down and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his body and my arms around his neck as our lips connect once again.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he growls on my mouth as he carries me into the house, kicking the door closed behind him.

“Bedroom is down the hall to the left,” I say, getting straight to it. I’ve seen enough of this man to know I want him. I don’t need any more time to decide. He’s passed every single test I have.

We kiss and stumble into the wall on the way to my bedroom. I gasp when he leans into me, pressing me into the wall. His hardcock is pushing against my throbbing pussy and it feels so good I want to cry.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he says as he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. He puts his lips on my neck, kissing and licking and making me moan. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for a moment like this. I’ve been waiting for you.”

I roll my hips, grinding my needy pussy on him as I surrender to his lips, to his touch, to his big cock that’s sending jolts of fire surging through me.

He nibbles on my earlobe and then drags his tongue down the side of my neck as he grips my hair, holding my head back. It drives me wild. I think I might pass out.

“Bedroom,” I gasp breathlessly. “Please.”

He pulls me away from the wall and carries me into my room. I grab the sides of his face and shove my tongue down his throat as he brings me to the bed.

“I have a candle…” I say, barely able to get the words out between deep sultry kisses. “…on the dresser…”

I moan in frustration as he lowers me onto the mattress and then pulls away.

My pussy is on fire as I watch him step up to my dresser and grab the lighter. I can’t believe Graham is in my room. The fire chief… Withme.

How many women have tried to get this man and I’m the one he chose? It doesn’t make any sense. He can have anyone… Maybe we are just meant to be and nothing else matters. Not age, not firemen versus cops, nothing. Just us.

Soulmates, like he said.

He lights the candle and turns around with heated eyes. I’ve always thought he was gorgeous, but seeing him in the orange glow of the flame, the candlelight and shadows flickering on his beautiful face… my crush on this hot mountain man turns to love.

He licks his lips and comes back to me. Everything feels right again when I feel those strong powerful hands on my body. He grips my ass and pulls my cheeks apart as he kisses me, driving me wild.

I make quick work of his buttons, my hands racing down the middle of his shirt. I yank it open and pull it over his broad shoulders. He steps back and lets it fall to the ground. My eyes widen as I take in the stunning view before me. He looks like he’s spent the past few decades in the gym, but I know those muscles have been chiseled in the mountains and at the fire station—lifting hoses and chopping wood. He got this magnificent body the natural way. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s never had a gym membership in his whole life.

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