Page 8 of One Night with the Mountain Man

“I don’t believe you.” Despite her injured ankle, she rolled out from under me. “Something happened while you were getting cleaned up. Don’t insult me by lying to me.”

Leave it to me to rescue a woman with an acute emotional intelligence radar. “You want to know what happened?”

She nodded, her chin tilted upward, her eyes full of reservations.

“You,”—I ran a finger along her jaw and down her neck to her collarbone— “you happened. I’m a loner, Adelaide. I like it that way. Then I came across you.”

Her eyes closed as my finger traced a path between her breasts.

“I’ve never had trouble keeping my needs under control. Until I met you.” I reached the hem of the t-shirt and slid my hand along the waistband of the sweats.

“Why did you leave?” she whispered.

“You really want to know?” My finger dipped past the tie holding up her pants.

She nodded.

“Because even though I jacked off in the shower, even though I tried to wrench every thought of you from my head through my cock, I still ache for you.” She shivered as my finger eased past her soft curls, parted her folds, and slipped into her wet heat.

Her moan teased a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my dick. I never thought it would be possible to die from being too turned on, but Adelaide might prove me wrong. Painful need pulsed through me.

“Why me?”

Fuck, I didn’t know. The only explanation that came anywhere close to describing what I felt for the curvy minx sounded too simple to share. The first time I’d set eyes on her, something deep inside me knew she was the one. I hadn’t been looking for anything, had shut myself away from the world to make sure I didn’t accidentally find a happiness I didn’t deserve, but fate brought her to me, anyway. Set her right in the middle of my path so I couldn’t miss her. Stranded us together so I couldn’t walk away.

“I think you know the answer to that.” I could tell by the half-lidded, hungry look she gave me, she felt the bond between us, too.

She slid her arms over my shoulders and tugged me toward her. Grateful to be moving onto non-verbal communication, I pulled her into me with one hand while I found her sweet spot with the other. Her greedy pussy clenched around my finger as I drew her closer and closer to the edge.

9

ADELAIDE

He was rough in all the right ways. My body responded to his touch like I’d been made for him. Like we were the only two people in the world tuned to the same frequency. I could have interpreted his attitude as cocky. But he was right. I did feel it, too. And it scared the hell out of me.

As much as I wanted to think about why I’d been dumped into this man’s path, now wasn’t the time. Not with his fingers coaxing me to my first orgasm in over a year. My body was so ready for a release that wasn’t orchestrated by some battery-operated device that it went from zero to ready to explode in a matter of seconds.

“That’s it, Adelaide. Come for me, gorgeous.” The low rumble of his voice pushed me right over the edge. I barely knew the man, didn’t even know his last name, and he could already exert complete control over my vagina.

I blinked back the stars exploding behind my eyelids as my brain stopped working and instinct took over. A magic carpet of bliss lifted me into the air and cradled me as my release engulfed me. Helpless against the sensations, I gave myself over to them.

“Beautiful, incredible, amazing…” soft words drifted past, but I was too far gone to focus.

I stretched, trying to relax my muscles after I’d had them so tightly clenched. Slowly, I floated down from my all-time highest high. My senses came back online. The musky scent of sex surrounded me. My pulse thrummed through my ears like I’d just finished running a marathon. I giggled. Like I’d ever run a marathon.

“What’s so funny?” The rough pads of Samuel’s fingers trailed up my side.

I rubbed against him, folding myself into his chest like a cat trying to find a warm place to snuggle up. That’s what I felt like… a kitten who’d had her milk and was ready for a nice nap. Except something rigid nudged my thigh. I could feel it press into me, even through the thick fabric of his sweats.

“You should really do something about that,” I mumbled.

“I thought you might be able to help.” His fingers brushed the hair away from where it plastered against my cheek.

Evidently getting off was a bit of a workout. “That seems rather presumptuous, don’t you think?”

His silence prompted me to crack an eyelid.

Samuel propped himself up on an elbow and gazed down at me. His dark brown eyes made me wonder how it would feel to drown in them, like deep diving into liquid pools of ooey gooey chocolate. A hint of a smile played across his mouth.

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