Page 15 of Mountain Man Crush
I laugh. “Want me to make you a cup of tea?”
She nods. “Please,” she shivers out.
I go into the kitchen and pour my coffee into a cup while her water heats up. When it whistles, I pour the water into a cup and drop a teabag into it. I carry both cups back to the living room, handing her one. She takes it with shaking hands. “Thank you.”
I sit down in the lounge chair with my coffee and go back to reading my book while enjoying the quiet and the warmth. I check her out from the corner of my eye every so often and she’s always dazing off into the fire as she warms her hands on her cup. Seeing her soaking wet and wrapped in a towel about did me in this morning. It’s still etched in my mind and every time I look at her, it’s like seeing it all over again. My stomach muscles tighten as I hold myself back from jumping on her and kissing her.
While we’re getting closer, we’re not that close.
Too wound up to sit and read anymore, I close my book. “How about I make some lunch? Maybe some soup to warm you up?”
Her brows lift. “That would be amazing. Thank you, Jack.”
I nod and stand, heading for the kitchen. I find a pot and pull out a couple of cans of vegetable soup. I add the water like I’m supposed to and stir it up. While waiting for it to heat up, I slice a couple of pieces of fresh bread and toast them in a pan. I find the butter and set it on the table along with our spoons. When the soup is hot, I fill two bowls and call her into the kitchen.
She walks in with her blanket wrapped around her. It’s even over her head like a hood. “This looks amazing,” she says, sitting down.
I pull out the warm slice of bread and set it on the empty plate next to her bowl. She smiles as she pulls the butter closer and lathers it on. Taking a bite, she lets out a moan that causes my dick to harden in excitement. I quickly sit down so she doesn’t notice the way my jeans are bulging.
We eat our soup and bread and for once we don’t talk much. I think she’s still too cold and is just focused on getting warmed up and eating, and my mind is lost to the million reasons why I can’t touch her the way I want to.
“That was good. Thank you,” she says, standing up and taking both our bowls to the sink. I step up to help her wash them, but she says, “You cooked. I’ll clean, but you can go stoke the fire if you want something to do.”
I nod and go back into the living room, throwing a couple more logs in. With the fire hot and stoked, I take my place back in the lounge chair. A few minutes later, she walks in and tosses the blanket onto the couch. “I have some games if you want to kill some time.”
“What kind of games?” I ask, sitting up and resting my elbows on my knees.
“I have cards, Yahtzee, Monopoly.”
“Alright, let’s do it,” I agree, more than happy to do anything to get my mind off my dick and everything it wants.
She pulls out the cards and we play a couple of games of poker then switch to rummy. When we tire of that, she pulls out Yahtzee. I win one and she wins one. That game grows old quickly and we move onto Monopoly. At first, everything is going smoothly, until properties start getting bought up and the first houses and hotels are built. That’s when things get interesting.
She pulls out a bottle of wine and we pass it back and forth while we play. We’re both fighting to win. The first thing I learn is that if she can get something by you, she will. She’s skipped out of paying me rent multiple times and when I call her out, she just yells, “Squatters’ rights.” She watches her properties like a hawk and nails me with rent every damn time. She’s ruthless and when I beat her fair and square, I’m going to rub her nose in it.
Before the game ends, we’re both sitting in the floor around the table, keeping our eyes on the board and never taking them off in fear of the other one cheating. Things are intense and as it grows dark, the game only gets better and better. I land on her property and of course she catches it.
“Ha!” She laughs out loud. “Pay up.”
I hold up my money, read for her to take what she needs but instead, she grabs it all. I set the bottle of wine down we’ve been drinking and try tugging it back. “Let go. It’s mine!” I yell, playfully and just enjoying the moment.
“No way. My game, my rules,” she says, turning to face me as she pulls harder.
I don’t know how the money hasn’t ripped yet. We both tug on the brightly colored money. I look her in the eye, and she looks at me. I see her tongue come out and run across her bottom lip. Suddenly, neither of us are pulling on the paper money. She’s reaching for me and I’m reaching for her. My hands cup her jaw and I pull her to me while she grabs onto my shoulders and pulls herself closer. Our lips meet and it’s like an explosion. I see stars as her soft, sweet lips glide across mine. When her tongue slides past my parted lips and into my mouth, I lose all control of myself as I pick her up by her hips and set her in my lap.
Her arms tighten around my neck and the kiss gains intensity. My hands are roaming up and down her back, pulling her closer any way I can. My body comes alive, thinking it’s finally getting what it’s been teased with, what it’s wanted since I met her. She feels me grow hard against her and her hips grind against me. A soft moan leaves her lips and fills my mouth. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my entire life, and right now I can’t think of anything but sliding deep inside her. I know she’ll feel good around me. I bet she’s hot and tight, welcoming. I know I’ll want to explode the moment I push inside her. Hell, I want to come just thinking about it.
Her hands fall between us and she grabs hold of my T-shirt, pulling it up my chest. I reach behind me and yank it off from the back, slinging it into the floor. Her hands feel soft and small running over my chest and abs. Her hands nearly burn my skin as they light every nerve ending along their path.
Our kissing grows more and more urgent, I run my hands through her hair, enjoying the way her silky, blonde locks feel gliding between my fingers. It tickles and teases and I can’t stop myself from grabbing a fist full of it. With her hair in my hand, I tug her head to the side and kiss across her jaw and neck. Her nails dig into my back as I nip her earlobe and kiss down to her collarbone.
I inhale her scent deeply and it settles over me, soft and welcoming. With my lips moving lower to her breast, she tugs her shirt off and reveals her black lace bra. I kiss over the swell of her breasts as my hands move to cup them. They’re big and have just the right amount of firmness.
I kiss down between her breasts as my hands move to her back to unlatch her bra and she gets a fistful of my hair, pulling me closer. She wants me just as badly as I want her and I want nothing more than to give it to her, but something pops into my head that changes everything.
The love of my life. The woman who I vowed to love forever. The thought of moving on and falling in love again, only to have to go through the same thing all over.
I pull back. “I’m sorry. I can’t,” I tell her, sitting her beside me and standing up to go into the bedroom alone.
