Page 11 of Loved By the Mountain Man

His hold on me relaxes, but only a little. His thumb moves down my chin and caresses my throat, making me swallow hard under his touch.

“I feel the same, Hailey. I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since I saw you in that ridiculous towel. It's been driving me nuts having you here and not touching you.”

I should run a mile; I should get out while my heart is still intact. But I don’t. Life is an adventure, and my gut is telling me to see where this one leads.

“Touch me then, Kobe.” My voice is breathless and needy, and I push my chest out so it presses up against him. “Touch me wherever you want.”

7

KOBE

Everything Hailey says to me makes my heart melt. Can I really have a chance with a woman like this?

“You’re perfect, Sleeping Beauty.”

She smiles shyly at the pet name, and I can tell she likes it. My chest pounds with feelings for this woman, and I want to tell her that I’m falling for her, that I think I love her. But then her mouth is on mine, and there’s no need for words.

The kiss is like an awakening inside of me. There’s an unfamiliar feeling in my chest, and it takes a few moments to identify it as hope. I haven’t felt hope since those first few months as a green military recruit, thinking I really could change the world and make it a better place.

Now hope bursts in my chest. Hope that maybe I’m good enough for a woman like Hailey. That she can see past my scars, past my limp, past my damaged soul. That we could have a future together, a family on my mountain, making the world a better place for those we love.

The kiss deepens, and my passion for this woman overwhelms me.

I push her across the hallway, pushing her up against the wall. She gasps as I press myself against her, grinding my hardness into her soft belly.Now that I’ve got her in my arms, I’m filled with a need to ravish her, to make her mine.

“You’re already hard.”

She sounds surprised as she feels me pressed up against her.

“Honey, I’ve been hard ever since I saw you struggling to keep that poor excuse for a towel around you.”

Hailey chuckles, a deep and throaty sound that sends tremors down to my cock. This woman does things to me that I cannot explain.

As I kiss her mouth, her hands run down the back of my spine and over my hips, every brush of her fingers making me crazy. She fumbles for my belt buckle, but if she touches my cock even one little bit, I’m gonna explode right now. And I don’t want to explode until I’ve made her scream my name from that pretty little mouth.

My hands slide to hers, and I wrap them around her wrists. She gasps as I pull them above her head and gives me an annoyed pout.

“Not fair.”

“I’m not playing fair.”

Her wrists are so small that I can use one of my big, rough hands to pin her against the wall while the other hand slides down her body.

She lets out a moan as my fingers trail down her neck and over her breasts. Her eyes flicker shut.

I like it like this. With her body up against the wall, her tits are pushed out, and I use my spare hand to slide up her T-shirt and grasp her firm, heavy breasts.

One hand unhooks her bra, and then my fingers are running over her soft, soft skin. My rough calluses press into her delicate flesh and catch on her nipples.

She feels so soft and fresh, and I’m reminded that there’s a seventeen year age difference between us. I’m a rough, grizzled old man beside this young, innocent, sweet flower.

The thought excites me, and my cock leaks pre-cum in my pants. I want to plant my seed in this flower. I want to mark her and make her mine.

My thumb strums her nipple, making Hailey groan, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Using my forefinger and thumb I pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. She bucks against me, writhing her body in agonized ecstasy.

“Kobe,” she whines. “It’s not fair.”

Her hands struggle in my grasp, but I’m too strong for her.

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