Page 7 of Mountain Man's Mail Order Surprise

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REILLY

Slow your roll, man. Slow your roll.

Those were the words running through my head as I led Bridget to my bedroom. Bridget, the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

And she was losing her virginity tonight—tome.

It was dark in my bedroom, but no way did I want to flip the light switch to turn on the bedside lamp. The soft glow from the hallway was enough. I wanted her to feel safe. I wanted to see her but not overwhelm her.

I turned to find her standing just inside the doorway to my room—barefoot, flushed, and waiting. I could tell she was nervous, even though she was doing her best to hide it.

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. Just…don’t stop being gentle.”

“Sweetheart,” I said, stepping close, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, “I’m not in a hurry. We’ll go slow. You tell me what you need.”

She exhaled shakily and gave me a little smile that damn near leveled me. And that was when I knew I had to kiss her. I had to feel those lips against mine.

I wasn’t sure who moved first, but we met halfway, my arms going around her and her hands locking behind my neck. She rose on tiptoe as my tongue parted her lips, deepening the kiss as my hands slid up her sides, taking in her curves beneath the thin fabric of the tank top.

I needed her naked. Now.

I took my time lifting the hem of her tank top, giving her space to stop me if she changed her mind. She didn’t. I pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then came her bra—hooked in the front, which made it easy. Her breasts spilled free, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning back to look.

“Jesus, Bridget,” I breathed.

I ran my thumbs gently over her nipples, and she gasped, her whole body arching closer to mine. I kissed her again, deeper this time, one hand at the back of her neck while the other skimmed down her spine and settled on the waistband of her sleep shorts.

Her hands fumbled with the hem of my shirt. I helped her, dragging it over my head and tossing it aside. She ran her palms over my chest like she needed to feel I was real, and then nodded like she’d made up her mind.

“I want to feel you,” she whispered.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and slowly eased them down, kneeling as I did. I kissed the soft curve of her hip, her thigh, her knee as she stepped out of them.

She was naked in front of me, trembling a little.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured, standing and pulling her into my arms. “Get under the covers. I’ll be right there.”

She climbed into my bed while I grabbed a condom from the drawer. I dropped my pants and briefs, then slipped in beside her. My body was already tight with need, but I shoved that aside. Tonight wasn’t about me.

“Let me take care of you,” I said, brushing my fingers along her side.

She nodded and opened her legs slightly, eyes on mine. I kissed her—her lips, her jaw, the sensitive skin just below her ear—while my fingers explored gently, learning her. I stroked between her thighs, finding her wet, and she gasped.

I circled her clit, slow and careful, until her hips started moving against my hand. When I eased one finger inside her, she stiffened.

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded, breath shaky. “Yeah. Just…intense.”

“You’re doing perfect.”

I tested her wetness, then shifted my attention back to her clit. Her body clung to me, tight and untried, and my chest ached at how damn much I wanted to make this good for her.

“Reilly…”

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