Page 9 of The Mountain Man's Chance

That one simple word from his sexy as fuck mouth was all it took. I nodded my head and in one swift, precise movement, he grabbed my muddy face with his muddy hands and kissed me. And this time I let him.

We kissed and kissed, our tongues finally meeting again after so long, and in an instant, I became complete again.

When we came up for air, both of us breathless and panting, Zach looked deep in my eyes as he ran his thumb over my cheek and down my jaw. “I promise, I will never ever hurt you like that again. I can only hope one day in your heart you’ll find the space to forgive me.”

I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m still mad at you.”

“As you should be.” He kissed the tip of my nose like he used to do so many times before.

“I never stopped loving you, Zach, no matter how much it hurt when you left. I think that’s what made me the most angry.” I watched as he gathered some paper towels from the roll beside us and reached around to turn the sink on. He began wiping the mud off my face.

“I was angry, too. All I wanted was you, and I couldn’t…for so many nights, I lay awake and remembered our times together. The memories kept me company on those long, lonely days and nights.”

“Oh, Zach. I just wish you had wrote to me…or called…anything.”

“I knew if I did I wouldn’t be able to let you go a second time.”

I kissed him as tears slipped down my cheeks. “I love you. So much.”

A huge smile stretched across his face. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say that.” He kissed me over and over again until we were breathless.

“I think it’s time we take these wet clothes off,” Zach growled into my neck. “Finish washing the mud off…and maybe…”

I waited for him to finish as he began removing his clothes and then mine. “Maybe…?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, sweetheart.” Zach winked. When we were down to our underwear, Zach lifted me onto the counter, and we finished washing the mud off each other.

It wasn’t long before our hands started exploring elsewhere and then our mouths.

Zach trailed his lips along my collarbone and over to my shoulder. He slid my bra strap down and then did the same with the other.

“You’ve only gotten more beautiful.” He slowly removed my bra, and when my breasts spilled out, he whistled under his breath. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

I pulled his face to mine and kissed him with everything inside me—the passion, love, anger, longing, and desire.

The kiss sparked a fury of fire between us. Zach groaned as his hands explored over every inch of my body and I did the same. My fingers ran over his hard pecs and toned, tight stomach, his body ripped from his time away. A flood of heat rushed between my legs. It’s been way too long.

“I need you.Now.” Zach echoed my own thoughts. He ripped my string bikini panties off and pulled down his boxers. “I’ll replace those,” he muttered, and I chuckled to myself.

My eyes dropped down to his dick, and I gasped at the size. He looked larger than I remembered.

“The last time I had sex was with you, sweetheart. I’m as clean as a whistle.”

“That was my last time, too.” I grinned.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Zach lined himself up and plunged deep inside. My fingernails dug into his back as he pumped hard and deep. This was when I knew, without a doubt, Zach was my home.

CHAPTERSIX

Zach

As I watched Camille sleep,I studied her face. I counted the new freckles and her more pronounced cheekbones, the angles of her face now sharper and more defined. She was no longer a young woman on the brink of womanhood like when I left, and here we were four years later, and she was all woman.

Full hips, large breasts, and soft, supple skin. I couldn’t wait to put a baby inside her, and I secretly hoped it was happening right now as we lay here, birth control be damned.

After all, we spent the night in each other’s arms, and I lost count of how many times I came inside, on, and all over her. Yeah, it was a wild night.

I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or simply horny as fuck.

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