Page 8 of Seeking the Mountain Man

This was the face of a man who knew how to please a woman. This was the face of a real man…a man who wantedme.

I waited for him to close the distance between us. He didn’t move a muscle, unless the twitch in his clenched jaw counted. He was waiting for me to take those steps. He wanted to make sure I wanted this.

Trying my best to be seductive about it, I slid a finger along each hip, tucking them beneath the thin, flimsy line of my panties. I didn’t take my eyes off him as I moved my fingers downward, the fabric going with them. I was wet—so, so wet that the tingle beneath my thighs threatened to overtake me. If I didn’t feel him inside me soon, I’d probably combust.

Finally, I took my eyes off him to kneel and remove my panties. I stepped out of one side, then the other, but when I put my foot down, I was moving back toward the bank. Toward him.

“Kenz,” he said again.

Whether he meant to shorten my name or he just couldn’t get the rest out, I didn’t know. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the heat radiating from his body as I inched toward him. I still clutched my panties in my hand, wet from me, not the water behind me.

And then I was in his arms, being pulled against his chest as our mouths came together in a long, hungry kiss. I couldn’t get enough of him, tossing my panties off somewhere behind him so I could run my hands over his arms, those strong shoulders, the buzzed hair at the nape of his neck.

I sailed through the air as he lifted me off the ground and set me on the lush grass where he’d stood as I undressed. As soon as his mouth left mine, I missed him, but I forgot it as he trailed kisses down my neck, quickly finding my breast. He ran a circle around my left nipple, then took it fully in my mouth, teasing with his tongue. He may as well have been tracing those circles around my clit, the way they went straight to the core of me…

“Ahhhhh,” I breathed, surprised at the sound of my own voice. It echoed through the night, reminding me it was just the two of us, but we were out in nature. Anyone could see us out here.

That only heightened my arousal.

I wanted him inside me, but he had other plans. His tongue ran over my ribcage, then my stomach. Lower and lower he went as I writhed beneath him, staring up at the moon above us. When he trailed kisses along the inside of each thigh, I knew he was teasing me, prolonging the agony. But then he pulled up a little and, seconds later, his fingers went inside me. Our eyes met as he gently separated the folds, finally going deep and finding that spot that no man had ever explored before.

“Kenzie,” he breathed again just as he moved to the side, away from me.

I wanted to cry out, to tell him to stay between my legs. To tell him I wanted him inside me. But he wasn’t leaving me. Not yet. His fingers resumed their work as he watched me, his lids heavy.

I couldn’t even feel self-conscious about it. My body was taking over, waves of heat flowing through me. My pussy tightened around his fingers, then unclenched. And then I cried out as the most intense pleasure of my life overtook me. I rode the wave as long as it lasted, wondering what he’d done to me.

How had he discovered a way to please me that I’d never found myself? And how did I keep this man in my life forever?

“Let’s get you back to your hotel,” he whispered in my ear.

My eyes popped open. No. This couldn’t end like this. He couldn’t just drop me off and go on his way. I had to have more. I had to have all of him.

But the gentle smile that spread over his face told me exactly what he had in mind. “I want to make love to you the first time in a bed.”

5

WILL

Ideserved a medal for my restraint.

My body seemed to scream out in protest as I stuffed myself back into my jeans and walked her back to my truck. We held hands all the way to her hotel, and somehow I managed to walk her through the lobby and up the elevator without losing control. It was the most restraint I’d ever shown.

“I could just kiss you goodnight and go home,” I said as she pulled her keycard out of her purse.

All she would have to do was say the word, and I’d do exactly that. The perfect gentleman. But when she looked up at me, the disappointment in her expression told me she wanted this. She wanted me.

And who was I to deny a beautiful woman?

“Open that door,” I said, my voice far huskier than I’d intended. The last of my restraint snapped at that very moment.

We were all over each other before the door even closed. I whipped off her shirt and shorts, then kissed her as I walked her toward the bed. She was fumbling with the hem of my T-shirt, so I broke the kiss long enough to remove it and toss it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it catch on the edge of the dresser and linger there, but then my attention turned fully toward her.

This time, I didn’t stop at my shorts. I pulled down my underwear too, my cock springing forward as though grateful that it was fully freed from its prison. Her eyes widened as she stepped toward the bed, walking backward and still wearing her bra and panties.

I’d seen her naked and now she was seeing me naked. That was fair.

But it still wasn’t enough. I had to have her naked beneath me. So I crossed to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her toward me. My fingers immediately headed for the fastener at the back of her bra.

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