Page 16 of Mountain Man's Valentine
“What do you mean, Cole?”
“I mean,Val,” he says my name like it’s a dirty word, “that I want you to show me what you want me to do to your pretty little body.”
“I want you...I want you to fuck me, Cole,” I breathe, the words tumbling out like an avalanche.
“I said show me,” he commands. “Show me howbadyou want it.”
My body pulses with heat, and I can see he is not going to bend to my words. Begging him isn’t enough. Asking him isn’t enough.
“Let me get you started,” he says, yanking his shirt over his head to reveal hard, perfect skin pulled over rippling muscles. I can’t help myself; my fingers come up to his chest, as though by a magnetic force, but they’re tentative at the same time. It’s my first time touching a man’s body, and I want to feel every single ripple beneath my fingertips. “After this, I want you to show me. But I will help you a little.”
Then Cole reaches down, and reaches inside his pants, and he pulls out his cock.
And I stand there, looking down at him, and I glower at him.
He isthick, and big, and the tip is leaking pearls of sticky precum.
I’veheardall about sex. I’m not a prude. I’m not weird.
But I have never seen anything like this before.
My gaze flies up to his, and he flashes me an absolutely heart-melting smile.
And now I know what he meant byshowinghim how much I want it.
His hands graze along my body, rough but smooth and fast and protective, and I dive into his kiss. I can feel that my panties are positively soaked through, and he knows it too. He did this to me.
He made me want him so badly.
“Show me how much you want this,” he growls.
I know how to show him. I know what he wants. Because the way he touched me, the way he lavished attention on me so slowly and tenderly and made me feel so wanted and desired - I know what he wants.
He wants me to do whatIwant.
Because begging isn’t enough for him.
I have to show him how much Ineedhim.
