Page 4 of Mountain Man's Desire
A few moments later, there’s a slapping sound, followed by a moan.
I gasp.No way. Is he…?“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
“It’s my bed,” he says, “I can jerk off if I want.”
“But—”
“As a matter of fact, Iamthinking about your butt.”
“What?” My voice comes out in a tiny squeak.
“You have the kind of badonkadonk a guy can really sink his teeth into. Do you like to be spanked? I bet you do, naughty girl.”
My mouth falls open. “You’re talking dirty to me,” I accuse. “While you’re…you’re…”
“While I’m what?” He rolls over to face me. There’s equal parts humor and mischief in his expression. “You can’t say it, can you?”
I stare at him in disbelief. All I can think about is the fact that underneath the blankets, his cock is now pointed right at me. Just a few inches away from my own exposed flesh.
A tingling sensation forms low in my belly. He’s naked.I’mnaked. If I move over even a little…
I can’t have sex with a stranger!All the damn sex dreams have started to get to me.
He’s not really a stranger, though, is he? Not entirely.After all, you learn a lot about a person when you’re living in his house.
I swallow nervously. “I think maybe I should sleep on the couch.”
“Stay,” he says, draping one of his legs over me. The feel of flesh on flesh sends a shock wave through my body. Heat pools between my legs.
“I don’t sleep with strangers,” I whisper.
“I’m Hamlet Jones.”
I lick my lips. “I know.”
He strokes my cheek with a finger. “Then I’m not a stranger.”
A shiver rolls down my spine. “You don’t know me.”
“So, tell me your name, beautiful.”
I gulp. “You said to save my story for the morning.”
“True,” he says with a sigh. “Can I at least make you come with my tongue?”
Oh, God.I squeeze my thighs together and shake my head.
He licks his lips. “That’s a shame.”
“Shame,” I whisper in agreement.
A smile dances on his lips. “Just my fingers then?”
“No.” But even as I say the word, every sensitive part of my body thrums in anticipation, desperate to feel his hands on me.
“Then touch yourself,” he orders.
My hand moves with a mind of its own, drifting down my body. When my fingers reach my slick folds, a small whimper escapes my lips.
