Page 9 of Blind Date with a #MOUNTAINMAN

“Yep. I mean, I have spent most of my vacation with you. But I wouldn’t change a thing.” Jace smiled as we strolled down the street on the way back to my place.

I wanted to ask him to spend the night, to spend the last of his days in bed with me, but the words wouldn’t form and the few that did lodged themselves in my chest. I cleared my throat and attempted again. “I don’t want you to leave, Jace.” I whispered.

He stopped in place and turned to face me. His eyes searched mine and the depth of his feelings sent my heart into chaotic leaps. “I don’t want to, either.”

His words filled me with courage. It was as if the world around us melted away, leaving only us two. “Spend the night with me.” I whispered, putting myself out there in a way I never had before.

When he didn’t say anything, panic flooded my veins.I’m an idiot. I never should’ve said anything. What am I thinking?

But then he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close. “I thought you’d never ask.”

When we arrived backat my apartment, I poured us each a glass of wine and settled down on the couch next Jace. But the last thing I was able to do was pay attention to the TV. Not with Jace’s heat beside me, an all-consuming fire I couldn’t ignore any longer.

“Penny for your thoughts?” His deep voice rumbled, and I squeezed my legs together. I couldn’t reveal my dirty thoughts, the way I imagined his mouth would feel between my legs, or the image of him tossing me around the bedroom, bending my body like a pretzel.

“Or maybe I can show you what I think you might be thinking about…” Jace said and before I could even contemplate his words, he’d taken my wine glass and set it down on the table. He pulled me into his lap and didn’t once try to hide his full erection straining at the seams of his jeans. “It kinda seems like we have the same idea.”

His adorable face and calming demeanor put me at ease, along with the fact that he felt exactly the same.

Piece by piece, we undressed each other, our eyes never breaking contact and when I took him in in all his full naked glory, I gasped, his body like something straight out of a magazine. My hands deftly explored every inch of his hot skin, his own fingers grazing over my skin.

Suddenly, without warning, Jace got to his feet and took me with him, lifting my naked body into his arms. He carried me to my bedroom and laid me down in the middle of my bed, not bothering with the light switch.

With only just mouth and tongue, he worked his way from my toes to my head, climbing on top of me, as he pressed his hard, dripping cock into my thigh. My hands immediately found his throbbing dick, stroking and teasing and rubbing his precum all over the head, desperate for a taste.

With a loud groan, Jace swept me into a mind-altering kiss, his hands now caressing my breasts, his fingers squeezing my hard nipples.

Leaving me wanting more, he broke the kiss and moved downwards again, stopping to leave a trace kiss on each breast before settling between my legs. His tongue went right to the sweet spot of my clit, and I cried out loud when he latched on, sucking hard on the sensitive little nub.

My hands pulled at his hair, and I thrusted my hips, grinding my wet pussy all over his face, soaking his beard with my juices. Jace didn’t stop, his licking and sucking becoming more intense until he slid a finger inside and I was done for. My orgasm crashed through me hard like a powerful tsunami, my legs shaking as I fell apart beneath him.

Jace lifted his head and smiled, his face and beard glistening. “That’s right, you sexy woman you. Cum all over my face.” Then he dove back in and didn’t stop until I came again and again.

And again.

All night long.

CHAPTER SIX

Jace

I should’ve held back.Should’ve protected both our hearts.

But once I got my first taste, there was no going back.

Iris is mine.

Every sexy inch of her.

We just had to ignore the fact that we lived on opposite ends of the country, with thousands of miles between us.

“Well, butter my buns and call me a biscuit, my sweet boy looks like he’s in love.” Nan said to me one morning before I left to see Iris. I laughed it off and told her I was just having fun. She didn’t mind. She loved seeing me happy and bonus points, her friend was so happy she couldn’t stop baking Nan her favorite treat of chocolate fudge.

But for the rest of the day, I couldn’t get Nan’s words out of my head.

My sweet boy looks like he’s in love…

There was no way. I barely knew Iris. We had fun together. Nothing more, nothing less.

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