Page 15 of Forgotten Mountain Man

“That was for me, huh?” I murmured.

“Yep.” She licked her lips and looked up at me. “So what are you gonna do about that, Walker Roan?”

My hands closed on her hips, and I lifted her tiny frame up onto my kitchen bench to sit in front of me. The borrowed shirtshe wore rode up to expose her thighs and before she could think about it too hard, I stepped between her legs, holding her open. My hands skated along the insides of her thighs, pushing her wider as I turned her words over in my head.

“You danced for me. This morning?” I inhaled her sweet scent and knew my clothes would never lose that. Not that I gave a fuck. She nodded slowly. I lifted one hand to coil in her hair, winding the long cherry wood red strands around my fist until I reached her shoulder and tugged a little harder than usual. A soft gasp left her lips. “You danced for me in your fucking underwear, Faith, knowing I watched you. What kind of an invitation was that?”

Her lips parted on a shattered breath. “The sort I wished you took me up on days ago, Walker,” she whispered, trailing her fingertips along my wrist where I held her hair hostage, though she didn't try to uncurl my fingers or push me away.

My hand on her thigh pushed higher, until I rubbed my thumb against the scalloped edges of her gold lace panties. “I wish these were white so I could see if you had a wet spot. When we go down to town I’m gonna buy you some,” I promised her.

Her breath, already shallow, hitched as her thighs trembled for me.

“You’ll come into town with me?”

“Negotiate with me later, Faith,” I murmured. “Right now, if I can’t see that little wet spot, you sure as fuck better make me feel it, or I’m gonna make you sit here on this cold, hard as fuck bench while I play with you until I do.”

Her moan as I stroked along her lacy panties hardened me painfully, and this time, I wasn’t disappointed. The slick of her arousal coated my fingers as I toyed with her through the thin lace, the scent of her need heady as she filled my kitchen with the scent of sex, and we hadn’t started yet.

“Please, Walker,” she whispered, straining against my hand, rubbing herself on my fingers.

I smiled slightly. “You can do better than that,” I mocked. “I watched you dance, remember? So dance for me.”

Another moan left her as I tugged the borrowed shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Mine followed, but her body already undulated for me in a full body roll that did all the right things in all the right places. Faith might dress like a good girl and work her ass off, but she danced like a stripper on demand.

Actually…

I leaned close to her ear, flicking my tongue out to lick the shell as I played with her lace covered pussy and whispered terrible things to the girl I was about to fuck hard.

“Does my little dancer moonlight at some of the bars in White Cap? Do you do it because you’re bored, Precious, or for money?”

Her pupils dilated—out of fear, arousal at being called on her bullshit, or a bit of both, I wasn’t sure. But it only took a second and she nodded.

“Yes,” she whispered, lowering her head in shame.

I caught her chin, forcing her gaze up to meet mine. “I don’t give a fuck if you’ve danced before. Do what you want to do, and enjoy it. Love it. But right now, from now on, maybe, you dance for me, Faith. Understand?”

Eyes wide, she nodded again, sweating on my counter as she began to move, but it wasn’t the same as before. This time she actually began tomoveand I saw why she might choose to spend sleepless nights at some strip joint when she could be home on her own.

Because the girl I was fast falling fall could fucking welldance.

I groaned aloud as she undulated, scooting across the benchtop toward me when I nodded my permission to grind herpussy against my denim covered crotch. Her shoulders dropped back, her eyes half closed as she lost herself to music only she could hear.

And when she tipped her head back, arching with her hands knotted in my shirt, I leaned down and claimed a taste of her mouth for the first time.

And damn, was I fucked.

Because one kiss and I was drunk on this woman.

Her lips parted with an explosion of sweetness, all mountain fresh and rainwater from staying with me for the last week and plus some as she leaned into the kiss, letting me devour her with no resistance whatsoever. Her arms linked around my neck, nails lightly scraping over the ink there that had long began to fade.

And all the time, her body rubbed up against mine while she continued to dance for me.

I dropped a hand between us, sliding my fingers over her lace overed breast, thumbing her taut nipple until she moaned, her head tipping back. Then I headed south for her needy little pussy that I wanted to fill.

But slowly, or I risked hurting her. It had been a long time since I was with a woman, and I knew I was above average size for most of them. Faith…she was so damn tiny. I didn't want to hurt her.

My thumbs hooked into the strings at the side of her panties, and I pulled them down her thighs, dropping to my knees between her legs.

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