Page 10 of My Wild Mountain Man
“Pretty girl, please turn around and look at me,” he urged. I shook my head with my eyes pinned on the car window. It was too dark for me to see his form behind me, but I couldn’t get myself to face him.
“You really don’t have to do this,” I squeaked. The shuffle of his heavy footstep sounded, and I felt the heat of his front against my back even closer. Almost like a blanket of warmth. His body basically caged me against my vehicle.
“Please look at me, baby girl.” At the term, even sweeter than when he called me his pretty girl, my thighs pressed together to alleviate some of the pressure.Doesn’t he know his words get me all hot and bothered?!
“Raven, please.” This time, I couldn’t keep ignoring him. I wasn’t a little kid. I was a grown woman. It was time to put my big girl panties on and face the consequences of my actions. I turned around, my gaze moving up to look at him.
Bash was so big. Tall and broad. And just like that, my mind went into the gutter remembering just howbighe was.
“What?” I whispered. I pinned my eyes to his broad shoulder, still not able to make eye contact.
“You told me to forget what you said,” he rasped, and I couldn’t help myself. Our eyes connected, and that’s when I noticed it. The darkness in his gaze. The quickening in his breath. The way his muscular chest rose and fell like he had been working out.
“I did.” I swallowed, and if I hadn’t felt like my heart was about to burst out of me, I would have noticed something was off with him.
“I can’t do that,” he rasped, stepping between my legs, leaning his body a little closer.
“What? Why not?” I asked, but he didn’t respond.
He simply caged me against my car. One hand rested against the driver’s side door while the other rose slowly. Almost like hewas daring me, silently challenging me to flinch or back away from his touch. But like a moth to a flame, I stood still until the tips of his fingers caressed the side of my face, and I leaned into his touch.
“So soft,” he mumbled, almost like he was talking to himself. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Wha—" I didn’t get to finish sayingwhatbefore he was leaning in again, but this time he didn’t stop until his mouth was on mine.
Ohmygod! I was kissing Bash!
Bash Ledesma, the man of my dreams, the one I had been crushing on since the first time I met him, was kissing me!
The realization hit, and natural instinct kicked in. My lips moved slowly against his. And he let me. It surprised me. Bash wasn’t the kind of man to hand over the reins, but there he was, silently leaving it to me to explore. Tentatively. Slowly. He tasted like beer and something I knew deep down in my soul was uniquely him. I could see the hype with kissing when you kissed someone like Bash.
My hands fell to his chest, not to push him away but to hold on for dear life. His tongue peeked out, gliding against my lower lip, wordlessly requesting permission I was more than happy to give. My lips parted, and when I moaned as his tongue dove into mine, his hold on me tightened. Suddenly, my feet were no longer on the ground but around his waist.
“Shit,” he cursed, breathing heavily the moment he pulled away. “One weekend. A long one. Next weekend,” he panted, and I blinked. My head swam with wanting to go back to kissing him.
“What?”
“Stays between us,” he laid out, and I swallowed hard.
Was he really suggesting what I thought he was?
“Why not now?” I asked boldly. “I could just follow you home, or you could come back to my––“
“Don’t finish that sentence, pretty girl, or I’ll take you up on it.” I pressed my lips together. “Next weekend. Think about it. You change your mind, it’s okay. No wrong, no foul.”Nothing happened? He kissed me and unequivocally changed me.
“But if I don’t? I mean, if I don’t change my mind?”
“Then you’re mine,” he answered honestly and confidently.
The promise clung to the air between us.
My knees would have given out on me if he hadn’t been carrying me. Slowly, with the utmost care, Bash set me down, making sure I felt his body and just how hard it was for him to step away.Holy crap! Bash Ledesma is hard! Because of me!He felt as big and menacing as he’d looked out by the water a couple days ago.
“Bash––“ His fingers lightly pressed against my lips.
“Baby, you say anything right now, I’ll literally pick you up and drag you into my truck,” he threatened, his gaze on my mouth before connecting with mine.
“You make that sound like a bad thing,” I breathed, unable to keep the words to myself.
