Page 14 of Mountain Man's Valentine
“I have to tell you something, Cole,” I breathe. I feel my breath hitch deep inside my throat as he pulls the zipper of my jeans down, smiling up at me with a wicked, sinful grin, making me feel so dirty.
“What is it, sweetness?”
The zipper stops and I feel his fingers press forward, passing the thick denim and feathering against my soaked panties.
“I...I have never done this before.”
The truth hangs between us like a heavy wall I’ve erected. Suddenly, I feel exposed, and vulnerable.
And silly, almost.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing right now.
“Never done what, Val?” he taunts, hooking his fingers over the top of my jeans and giving a slight tug. The friction pulls against my heart, and I feel the wall between us beginning to crumble ever so slightly.
“You’ve never be with someone who cares about you as much as I do?” he breathes, pressing his hands against my thighs, moving them behind me so they are on my ass.
“That’s one way to put it,” I breathe, unsure of how to continue.
“Say what you need to tell me, Val,” he says, pressing his lips against the edge of my panties as he pulls my jeans down my milky white thighs. “Sayit.”
His breath is so hot against my skin, and against my soaked panties, andallI want is for this moment to last forever, but I know it can’t. And I know what is coming next will make mecrazyfor him.
Crazy.
“I’ve never done this before...with anyone,” I confess.
His breath heats and his breathing becomes shallow, and he looks up at me withreverence.
“What?” he asks harshly.
“I’m sorry,” I offer. “I don’t know why I told you that.”
“No, sweetheart. No.” He stands up, pulling my sweater over my head in one swift motion as I put my arms in the air. He tosses it aside. The insides of my thighs are dripping for him, and I need to have his fullness buried deep inside me. “Tell me the whole truth.Tell me.”
He kisses me and I want to cry, and I don’t understand why. My cheeks heat up and my chest rises with tension, but it feelsgood.
This is desire. And it ismorethan desire.
“I’m…I don’t know how to say this. I’ve never told anyone.”
“Tell me, sweetness,” he growls into my ear. The command ignites me from the inside, makes my body melt into his.
“I’m a virgin,” I breathe, his lips claiming mine roughly. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra as my fingers fly greedily to his pants, undoing his belt as the clanking of the metal and the hiss of his zipper excite me, filling my brain.
“No,” he growls, taking my hands in his and then pinning them behind my back, binding my wrists in his grasp. My clit jumps as he kisses my neck, devouring my pure flesh, marking my untouched skin.
“You don’t do anything yet,” he says, kissing down my neck, to my collarbone, his fingers moving against the outside of my soaked panties. “You don’t doanythingyet. I’ll tell you when.”
But I want to touch him, to run my fingers along the ridged flesh residing just underneath his tight shirt. I feel hungry and wild, and I struggle a bit against his body, because it feelssogood.
I just don’t know how it’s possible for my body to feel so good.
Cole presses his lips against mine again, holding them there, moving with me and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I open up for him compliantly, and the more I feel myself desiring to touch him, the more he pushes me up against the wall, as though he is teasing my body, my mind, making mebegfor him with just my movements.
“I want to touch you,” I moan against his lips as his hand comes around to my back once again, grasping my wrists.
“And you will, girl. You will feel me against your skin, inside you. But first I need to make you feel good. I need to make you understand that you are mine.” He looks into my eyes deeply, hungrily, like a beast about to pounce out of its cage. Like he’s been caged up, locked away, for too long.
