Page 7 of Mail Order Mountain Man

His brows raise. “I suppose you’re right. Well,” he sighs, setting his silverware on his plate, “I guess if I’m being honest, I’ve always liked being rough and dominate, but I’ve lived a very conservative life. It’s not the sort of thing I would go around and talk about regularly.”

“Like ever? What about in relationships? You’ve never communicated what revs your engines sexually?”

He laughs. “This is the strangest first date I’ve ever been on.”

“Well, it’s not really a date. We either marry in twenty-four hours or agree to never speak again. That’s kind of the rules of the app.”

He nods. “Right. I don’t want to scare you away, is all.”

“By what, all the kinky shit you’re into? I may be a virgin, but I’ve educated myself.”

He raises his brows and I see a shift in his gaze. It’s subtle and I’m not sure everyone would notice, but it’s there. “Okay… in past relationships, aggression was talked about like it was a downfall.”

“Like how?”

“Like I said, I grew up very conservatively. So, my views and those of the people I tend to date are very conservative.”

“You’re saying words, but I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me.” I smile and sip my tea. I get the feeling he wants to break from his mold, go wild, and be the man that’s buried inside. The primal, archaic, sexual creature that he is, but he’s been told it’s wrong.

“I’ve been with a lot of women who want to make all the decisions and be the boss, and I grew up differently.”

I circle my finger around the rim of my mug. “And what about sexually?”

His gaze widens. I realize asking is out of his comfort zone, but Maggie wasn’t wrong in what she wrote on that profile about me.

Out of line… yes.

Wrong… no.

I need a dominate man in every sense of the word. An old fashioned kind of guy who will run the house and be solid and strong.

He clears his throat and his gaze locks with mine. “If you’re asking me if I’d enjoy telling you to bend over for me, I most definitely would.” His voice is deep when he speaks sending a shot of energy rushing to my clit.

I swallow hard. “I guess that’s what I’m asking.”

He nods. “How much do you want to know?”

My breath catches. His energy has shifted. He’s letting his mind dip into that dark, archaic place I like. I can see it in his eyes. “Then you’d also like it if I told you to get on your knees and suck my cock?”

My heart runs in circles after itself and I’m nearly breathless.God, why does he sound so good when he talks like this?

“Am I scaring you yet?” He laughs, lifting his beer to his lips.

The fire crackling and the rough bristle of his beard is all I can hear. Well, that and the sound of my heart thumping in my ears.

I shake my head, my skin burning hot. I can’t imagine how red I must be.

He stands from the table and makes his way around to me, his large hand on my chin as he guides me up from the chair and backs me against the wall. He’s big, and though he’s letting himself go, there’s a waver in his voice that tells me he’s not used to acting like this. With his hand on my neck, he leans into my ear and growls, dragging his teeth down the arch and onto my shoulder.

Maybe I should thank Maggie.

“You like this?” he groans, wet, hot heat against my ear.

My body turns to jelly, melting for him like a ball of snow brought in and set in front of the fire.

If I didn’t think my father would murder him right here and now, I’d beg him to fuck me, becausethis… is exactly what I’ve been holding out for. A big, strong, hardworking man with a great smile, a good heart, and a tongue that doesn’t mind talking dirty. I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.

He pulls away from me smiling as though the whole thing was only a tease. “Good to know.”

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