Page 4 of Wanted Mountain Man

When he turns away I bite at my lips and take a moment to pinch my cheeks.

When he looks back at me he pauses and studies my face. “Are you okay? You don’t look well.” He puts his hand on my forehead to feel for a temperature.

“I feel fine.” I tell him, though I feel hot all over. “We could just have one kiss.”

“No.”

“Please.” This has become really important to me. “And then I swear I will shut up about the whole sex thing.”

“Fine.”

He stands still. It’s obvious he isn’t going to be the one to do the kissing. But I still want to know. Stepping closer I stand on the tips of my toes. Placing a hand on his chest for balance, I turn my face up to his. Our bodies almost touching. His breath mingles with mine. He holds himself straight. Tense. I reach up and push my lips against his. Just for a moment. His beard tickles my chin. I want more but I don’t know what to do.

I step back disappointed with a sigh. Being that close to him was thrilling. He has the energy of an animal waiting to spring into action. Heat radiates off his body. That small touch was tantalizing but if he won’t participate then it’s not a real kiss.

With a muttered curse and a growl. His arm reaches out around my waist pulling me back to him. One hand on my cheek I find myself blinking up into those beautiful eyes for a moment. A breath. And then he lowers his head. Moving his lips across mine. I feel his tongue, he gently sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. And then the kiss deepens. His hand in my hair.

There is a hunger and an urgency. I grip at his shirt. His arm holds me tightly to his body. All hard muscle that my body meltsinto. But the kiss. The kiss has me feeling like I am floating. And a heat flows through my body. I want more. I want to be closer to him. I want something I don’t understand. And I definitely want the kiss to continue.

But then he thrusts me away from him. His breath ragged. My heart going crazy. My body tingles, mourning the loss of his heat.

“Okay. You got your kiss. Now we won’t say anything more about it.”

Say no more about it???

I have so many questions.

I want to do that again.

That and more.

The feel of my body against his was amazing. His mouth on mine, more than I could have dreamt a kiss could be. Not talk about it? No way. If that is the start of something then I want to know absolutely everything there is to know!

Chapter 5

Jack

I knew she would be trouble. I was already turned on before she started talking about sex and kissing. I pride myself on my self control. I thought I could resist her. But it broke my heart to see her looking so defeated and disappointed after her attempt to kiss me. I thought what harm could one kiss cause?

I thought, I’ll give her one good kiss and then April will be happy and I can retain my self control. I’d been thinking about kissing her. It took all my strength not to pull her to me when she first attempted the kiss. But it was for her own good that I did what I did. Certainly not for my own pleasure.

But damn, she tastes sweet. Her body fit perfectly to mine. Her sweet little sighs of pleasure. It was a damn good kiss. The kind of kiss that makes a man think of how good it would feel to come home to a woman like this every day. The kind of kiss that has a man forgetting he had said she was too young for him.

Twenty three? It’s only a ten year difference. She’s not too young for me. But she is so sweet and innocent. She has that smile that gives me a warm feeling in my chest and she is cheeky and charming and has a face that shows every thought running through her mind.

The kiss was a mistake. Feeling her body against mine awakened a feeling I haven’t had in the longest time. Thoughts of getting her naked. Of exploring every inch of her body, tracing those curves, letting my fingers grip into the soft flesh of her ass. And damn I want to put my hands on her breasts. Perfect, round, globes just begging to be kissed and touched.

I can order her not to talk about it but I recognise the look on her face. She’s not about to let this go. But I am resolved to resist her charms.

As I serve up the meal she starts with the questions.

“When you kissed me, it felt like I was floating. Did it feel the same for you? And when you sucked on my bottom lip.. Could I do that? Would it feel good? And there was so much heat. I felt all hot, almost like I had a fever, but it made me want to be closer to you. And my knees really did feel weak. I thought that was something they just said, but it’s true. Does kissing always feel like that?”

I concentrate on what I’m doing. I won’t even look at her. The one glance showed her face lit up and eyes sparkling, her excitement for this new topic overwhelming.

I practically throw the dinner bowl down before moving the crate back away from her and sitting down to eat.

“It’s like I knew I wanted more too. But I didn’t know what I wanted more of. I guess that is sex. If sex is as good as kissing then I’m looking forward to it.”

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