Page 17 of Admiring the Mountain Man
I’m about to bang the man of my dreams. Oh myGod.Hayes is right here, standing in my bedroom. Just like in my fantasies, he’s looking at me like I’m a meal waiting to be devoured.
Is it too late to take a quick shower and freshen up a bit? If he got his mouth anywhere near me, I can’t guarantee I’ll taste very good.
Speaking my thoughts, he rumbles with a chuckle. “Don’t worry about it. If I’m going to be honest, I’ll want you, whatever state you come from, Kelsie. Even now…” He inhales slowly and squeezes himself through his jeans, hinting at what is waiting for me. “I’m dying to get a taste of you.”
He doesn’t get embarrassed saying something so willingly with his chest. I don’t know how he does it.
I feel like I’m burning up inside. To the point where I’m worried about overheating.
Slowly, he makes his way over to my bed. Taking in the floral pattern of my blankets, he snorts. If he takes the time to actually look around my home, he’ll learn all sorts of things about me, I’m sure of it.
When his hands move to his belt, I’m no longer worrying about what he’s thinking about as he takes in my personal space. Realizing that he’s undressing, I fumble to keep up with him.
Without the time to get all shy, I shove off my jeans and hear him make this choking sound. As air nips at my skin, the heat behind his stare helps keep me warm.
“You’resureyou want me?” Words coming out like gravel is stuffed in his throat, he takes in my body in disbelief. I haven’t even taken off my bra and underwear yet.
Letting out a laugh, I nod. “Yes.”
If he keeps asking, I’ll be the one who gets impatient. Knowing me, I’ll jump on him without thinking and risk hurting him. I’m not exactly light, either. The thought of crushing him under my eagerness sends a flicker of guilt through me, but it’s drowned out by something far hotter.
Then, like he’s just remembered himself, he finally moves. His belt gives way with a sharp click, followed by the rough shove of denim down his hips. A quiet hiss escapes him—pain or impatience, I’m not sure—and his boxers go with them, leaving nothing between us but air and hunger.
I’m not looking at the scars. Not really. My gaze drags lower, past the pale, jagged lines, and locks onto the thick length hanging heavily between his thighs. His hand wraps around himself, giving a slow, deliberate squeeze, and my breath stutters.
I want to be the one touching him.
As I run my tongue along my bottom lip, Hayes magically becomes a mind reader.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m already fighting a war with you standing there like that.” Sighing as he moves onto my bed, I watch in amazement as he spreads out.
As he settles onto my bed, stretching out his limbs, I’m getting more and more lost in him. The way his body moves—controlled, deliberate—betrays years of discipline, even now. His muscles are still defined, though time has softened their sharpness just enough to remind me he’s got a decade or two on me.
And yet, the broad planes of his chest, the corded strength in his arms, the way his stomach tenses as he shifts… I’m in awe.
If this is what he looks like now, I can’t imagine how he must have been in his prime. Military days had carved him into something relentless, I’m sure of it.
Reaching behind me, I squash whatever self-conscious thoughts prick up at the difference of our physiques. Unclasping my bra, I let it fall from my chest.
Hayes doesn’t speak as he takes me in. His eyes never waver, only following the motion of my hands. As I hook my thumbs into the band of my underwear, I wet my lips before pushing the fabric down my thighs.
Okay. I can do this.
Hearing him curse under his breath, he shakes his head in disbelief.
Approaching the bed to join him, I scoff. “If you think about asking if I’m sure I want you again, I’m going to suffocate you with my pillow.”
“I’d rather you use your thighs.” The corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement before he lies back. His hand brushes his chest. “Come here. I want to get a taste of you finally.”
Now resting on the bed, I don’t move closer, confused. “Wait, what do you want me to do?”
Shamelessly, his eyes flicker to my thighs. “I want to get my mouth on your pussy.”
My stomach clenches at the confidence behind his demand. When he taps his chest again, I put together his demand. Oh, no.No.
I’m going to suffocate him. No way. I will not murder the man I love just because we’re both turned on.
“Hayes, I’m not very light—”
