Page 7 of Wanted By the Mountain Man
I knelt and ran my tongue around her left nipple, then her right, savoring the gasps that slipped past her lips. She ran her hands through my hair like she did before, and it almost made my brain short-circuit. What was so freaking sexy about that? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t get enough of it.
My fingers worked the bathing suit off her as my mouth lavished attention on her nipples. The swimsuit was still wet, which made it nearly impossible to slide off her, but where there was a will, there was a way. And I definitely had the will to get her naked.
Once I had it over her hips, it slid down easily. She helped kick it the rest of the way off as I straightened, moving my hands over those hips. I shifted from her chest to her mouth, resuming our previous kiss with renewed hunger. I slid mytongue between her lips, groaning when her tongue met mine, while at the same time sliding my hand to her thigh.
She surprised me by lifting her leg and wrapping it around me to pull me toward her. I protected her back from the tree, putting my hand between her and the rough bark.
My hand began roaming up the outside of her thigh, but I wasn’t ready to slide inside her yet. She had to know that.
She seemed to get it when I moved my hand to her knee. As I ran my fingers over her kneecap, her leg promptly slid down, and I groaned again at the feel of her thigh rubbing the outside of my leg.
I’d never wanted anyone or anything as badly as I wanted her in that very second. I wished I could lay her down on the ground and lick her until she came, but not this time. We’d have plenty of opportunities for that in the future. Right now, I’d work with what I had.
I continued to kiss her as I angled our bodies so I could slide my hand over her thigh and toward her heat. She broke the kiss as my finger gently nudged inside her. She was slick and hot and wet.
Now she was gasping as she tilted her head back against the tree, eyes closed, lips parted. I suppressed a growl at just how sexy she looked in that moment, but I knew I had to keep my arousal at bay. The last thing I needed was to lose control. One of the best ways to keep control was to focus on her.
I moved my finger to her clit. I found it swollen and slick, just as expected. I closed my eyes and centered all my attention on it. As I flicked my finger across it, I tried to think of anything but the sighs and gasps I heard coming from the woman in front of me.
My cock was so hard, it throbbed painfully. No matter how much I tried to unsexy my thoughts—or ignore the sounds shewas making—it all seeped in, disrupting my chain of thought over and over.
She arched her back and let out a long, whispered “oh.” I thought that was a sure sign she was coming, but the arched back remained as her hips began moving gently in front of me—subtle moves that I only felt because I was so tuned in to her.
It only lasted a couple of minutes, though. I knew because I was timing it in my head as a way to distract myself. One hundred forty-two seconds, to be exact. She gripped my shoulder as a tiny whimper escaped. I couldn’t wait to get her away from all these people so she’d feel free to make plenty of noise in bed.
Only when her grip on my shoulder released did I straighten, removing my hand. That was when something hit me.
“Please tell me you’re on birth control,” I said.
Not that I’d mind impregnating her. In fact, having a baby with this woman was suddenly what I wanted more than anything in the world. But she might not be ready, and I didn’t want to be irresponsible. I couldn’t make that decision for both of us.
When her eyes went wide, I knew the answer was no. “It’s okay. I mean, if it’s okay with you.”
She was saying she would be fine with having my baby. I wanted to shout to the tops of the trees, I was so elated by that.
“Or you could pull out,” she said. “If, you know, you want to come on my body. That’s kind of sexy, right?”
Oh, fuck. That brought another, very vivid image to mind. It was sexy in theory, but now that I cared about this woman, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
“I could come on the ground,” I said, glancing to my left.
“Yes,” she said.
When I looked back, I was shocked to find her eyes bright with excitement. “I want to see it. It’s kind of hot.”
She thought watching me come would be hot. This time, I didn’t even bother to suppress my groan. This conversation was doing things to me. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I might come on the ground before we even started.
“We should lay down for this,” I said.
She shook her head. She was definitely going to be stubborn where this was concerned.
“I want my first time just like this,” she said. “I already had my first orgasm against this tree.”
“That was your first orgasm?”
She nodded. “You’re surprised?”
“That’s something you can do yourself.”
