Page 8 of Mountain Man's Pumpkin Spice
“Not going to happen.” I shook my head. “All the emergency responders come from the next town over, which is twenty minutes away.”
She looked at me, her frown hardening those beautiful features, but only slightly. “What if something happens?”
I had to hold back a smile at that one. “Nothing happens in this town.”
We whizzed past her empty table, along with all the others, heading straight for mine. It was at the end of a very long line of vendor booths, near the corn maze. Yes, we could have gone back to my cabin. I’d even offered. But Marissa wanted her first time to be memorable in a kinky sort of way.
My dick got hard just thinking about making love to her in a public place. Or anywhere, for that matter.
“You’re good with your hands,” she said as she looked at my woodworking table.
It was clean as a whistle, but next to it were stacks of wood blocks that I’d use for my carving demonstrations tomorrow. I probably should have packed everything up like all the other vendors, but it was highly unlikely someone would steal anything in this town, let alone blocks of wood.
Marissa’s fingers traced the edge of my woodworking table, her gaze flicking up to meet mine. “You sure know how to handle your tools,” she said, a slow smile curving her lips.
I stepped closer, the space between us charged with something hotter than the summer air. “You have no idea.”
I brushed my thumb along her jaw.
She tilted her head, her breath hitching as I leaned in. The first kiss was soft—testing, teasing. But the second? The second was everything. Her lips parted under mine, her hands fisting in my shirt like she was afraid I’d pull away.
I wouldn’t.
Her sundress was thin cotton, the kind meant for sweltering afternoons in the fields. My hands slid down her sides, gripping the hem before she made a sound—half-laugh, half-gasp—and lifted her arms. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lace panties.
Christ.
Her breasts were full, soft, tipped with pink that begged for my mouth. My cock throbbed, straining against my shorts as I dragged my gaze back up to hers.
“You’re trying to kill me,” I growled.
She bit her lip, her fingers already working the button of my shorts. “Maybe.”
I caught her wrist before she could finish. The needy whimper she let out shot straight to my groin, but I wanted more.Neededmore.
In one motion, I lifted her onto the workbench, the wood making direct contact with her bare skin. Her thighs fell open as I hooked my fingers into her panties, peeling them down her legs. The scent of her—sweet, musky—made my mouth water.
I didn’t tease. I just dropped to my knees and nudged the seam of her pussy with my tongue. She was wet. So wet. I let out a moan at the realization that I’d turned this angel on.
Her back arched, a broken cry spilling from her lips as my tongue circled her clit. Every gasp, every twitch of her hips, drove me wild. I slid a finger inside her, testing her wetness, and her legs clamped around my shoulders.
I didn’t let up, continuing to circle her clit as I slid my finger in and out. Her sounds echoed through the night air, but I knew nobody was around to hear. When she came, she whimpered as her body shuddered, letting me know that it was time.
When I stood, her hands were already on me again, shoving my shorts and underwear down just enough to free my cock. Her fingers wrapped around me, stroking once, twice—fuck, her grip was perfect—before she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.
Heat. Wetness. The suction of her lips as she hollowed her cheeks. My hips jerked, my fingers tangling in her hair as pleasure coiled tight in my gut.
“Wait.” I pulled her off, my voice rough. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
Her eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to lick her swollen lips. “Then quit wasting time.”
5
MARISSA
It was going to hurt. There was no way around it.
I braced myself for the pain as Ashe moved between my legs. His long, thick erection jutted toward me. I felt sexy and powerful as I wrapped my legs around him. And I was scared too. Not just of the pain, but also that I was falling for this guy, and he might not be ready for a lifelong commitment.
