Page 12 of Dangerous Mountain Man

But maybe it wasn’t an oversight. Maybe some part of me had hoped this would happen. I’d been thinking about how I should have issued an open invitation that if she ever had trouble sleeping, she could come right over and crawl into my bed. It was highly possible I had subconsciously made it easier for that to happen.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said.

I turned back to face her, the gun safely tucked away in the drawer. In the morning, I’d move the rifle into the closet. If Mallorie was going to be a regular visitor here, I might even want to think about investing in a gun safe.

“Me either,” I said.

“Were you thinking about me?”

She stepped into the room, and that was when I realized there were no pants sticking out from underneath her robe. Was she wearing only the robe? Probably not, but I couldn’t see a shirt peeking out of the top either. Yes, in the light streaming through the window next to my bed, it sure as hell looked like bare skin above the low V that was the collar line of the robe.

I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “I was. I can’t seem to get you off my mind these days.”

“What were you thinking?” she asked. “Did it have to do with our conversation from earlier?”

“I was thinking about what you might look like naked. Are you wearing anything under that robe?

Instead of answering, she reached for the belt. “Do you want to see?”

Did I want to see? Did a bear shit in the woods?

Okay, not the most romantic thing to think right now. Old habits died hard.

All I could do was nod, but that seemed to be all the answer she needed. She untied the belt and let the robe fall aside and sure enough, she wore absolutely nothing under that robe. Not even underwear.

Damn, if that wasn’t the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Large, milky white breasts with pink-tipped nipples hardened to pebble points. The robe blocked most of her curves, though she hadn’t spread it quite wide enough.

“Get over here,” I said. “Stand by the bed.”

She didn’t move at first, and I worried ordering her around might not be the best thing to do, even if she might be into that later. This was her first time. I had to make things romantic and sweet.

Take it slow, Memphis. Don’t fuck this up.

But suddenly, she was in motion, the robe hanging off her sides as though begging me to open it. I moved to the edge of the bed, parting my legs so she could move in between them. That was exactly what she did.

Only as I began planting kisses over her stomach did it occur to me that I hadn’t even kissed her yet. I’d have to remedy that as soon as our mouths were at the same level.

My hands started roaming almost of their own accord, sliding around her waist and over her ass. She’d truly been naked under that robe. That told me one thing. She’d come over here to lose her virginity to me tonight.

It was a mission I was definitely up for completing.

My hands made their way to her breasts as I continued to kiss her belly. She sighed as I cupped them, then ran my thumbs over their hardened tips. I wanted to worship every square inch of her—lavish her with attention until she was fully satisfied.

“Spread your legs, baby,” I said, moving my own legs farther apart.

I had to taste her. And I had to taste her now.

Unfortunately, the angle was wrong, so I nudged her backward, then got down on my knees. I thought about moving her to the bed, but I could make this work.

I knelt, then slid a finger inside her, looking up as she threw her head back.

“Oh, wow.”

That was the kind of reaction I was hoping for. She’d wowed me with the best meal I’d ever had. Now I was going to give her the orgasm of her life—the first of many I’d give her if I had anything to say about it.

I continued sliding my finger in and out of her as I moved my mouth to her opening, probing her clit with my tongue. That had her crying out again.

I saw her hand move to one of her breasts. I’d shifted both of my hands away—one was between her legs while the other was on her ass, holding her steady as I licked her.

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