Page 24 of Trick or Treat with the Mountain Man
I pulled out of her and gently turned her around so we were facing each other again. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, but I’m worried about what you might have done to your hip.”
Ignoring the pain I felt, I stoically told her, “It’ll be all right. Don’t worry about me. I’m more worried about my kitchen right now.”
The entire room was trashed.
Her mouth found mine, and that was the only thing that existed for a moment. Then she whispered, “About that shower. What do you say we get cleaned up and go to bed? I’m ready for round two. We can clean the kitchen tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I let her lead me down the hall like a bull with a ring in its nose. If this is what it felt like to be domesticated, I was all in. She could domesticate the fuck out of me. I kind of hoped she would.
Chapter 10
Ava
Tyler was intoxicating to be around.
Everything about him seemed to draw me in.
I was currently lounging on his bed, naked as the day I was born, slowly running my hand across all his muscles. There was so much I wanted to learn about this man.
But had last night been a one-time event?
I hoped not. But I wasn’t the type to pressure a man to tell me. Time would tell soon enough without him needing to say a word.
We’d showered, then made love repeatedly until we both couldn’t keep our eyes open anymore. We’d fallen asleep as dawn crept in to steal away the night.
Despite his injury, the man made love like a champion. I’d never felt so satisfied in all my life. Every cell in my body was glowing warmly, feeling pampered and lazy.
I didn’t have to be at work for hours. There was plenty of time for some morning affection.
My touch strayed down his happy trail to the devil between his legs. He was hard-cocking it this morning, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with that thing.
But as I wrapped my hand around his dick, he groaned and shook his head. “Sorry, darling. I’ve got to go into Fernwood for my therapy appointment.”
“You go to therapy?”
He must have seen the inquisitive look in my eye, because he quickly clarified, “Physical therapy. For my hip. Three times a week right now. It will be less frequent over time.”
My lips quirked up into a smile. “Too bad. We could have had some morning fun.”
He laughed, “With you, every morning must be fun.”
“Only when I’ve got a strong mountain cock in my hands. That doesn’t happen too often, though.”
His eyes landed on mine, and heat shot through me. Tyler didn’t look like a man who was done with me. That was good.
I hope I’m right.
He grazed my cheek with his fingertips. “Can I see you again?”
A jolt of electricity ran through me.
He wants to see me again.
Trying to act casual, I said, “Yeah. I’dloveto see you again. I had fun last night.”
With his eyes still latched onto mine, he rumbled, “It was more than fun. That was a life-altering event.”
