Page 5 of Drawn to the Mountain Man

My dick was on full alert by then, ready for whatever she had planned. Hell, she could drown me under that waterfall if it meant five minutes of sheer bliss with her.

Instead of moving toward the waterfall itself, though, she headed toward the gap between the falls and the rocks behind it. This was the sort of thing I would have done as a child at a waterfall like this, slipping behind it to create a grotto. But this was a completely different kind of playtime, and I, for one, lived for the adventure of it all.

We barely made it under the waterfall before she was in my arms again. My hands roamed her backside as we continued our interrupted kiss. More than anything, I wanted to lay her flat on her back so I could see, touch, and kiss every square inch of that beautiful body, but I also loved the curtain of privacy the waterfall created.

She moved back against the wall, propping herself against it, her hands moving over my shoulders to my neck, her fingers tracing my jawline. I positioned her leg so it hooked around my hip, running my fingers over the outside of her thigh, then her ass. I wanted to slide a finger into her, but the positioning was too awkward. So instead, I lowered her to the ground and separated from her enough to run my hands over her breasts and down her waist.

Finally, I broke the kiss and looked at her as I slipped my hand between her thighs, sliding a finger inside her. Her eyes widened as her stare connected with mine.

“Oh,” she said.

Her eyes drifted closed, and she leaned back against the rock wall as I stroked her clit. I took in the part of her body I could see from the waist up. She was bared to me. Her breasts were perfect—large and full with rose-pink tips hardened into pebbles. But even below the water, I could make out the curve of her waist and my hand between her parted legs.

God, she was gorgeous. A perfect human being. It was selfish of me to think she’d been put on this earth for me, but I’d let myself believe that. I’d also spend the rest of my life making up for the years I’d spent without her.

She clutched my left arm, her grip tightening as I continued moving over her clit. Even underwater, I could feel how wet she was—her body preparing for me. She arched her back, her chin lifting upward, her eyes squeezed shut.

And then she gasped and let out one quiet “Oh,” and I knew she was coming on my finger. That was all well and good, but I wanted her to come on my dick. I needed it. I needed it more than I needed my next breath.

A good thirty seconds passed before she opened her eyes. Her expression had changed. She’d gone very serious.

Oh crap. She was about to change her mind. She’d made a mistake.

I didn’t care that I might not get satisfaction from this encounter. No, this was much bigger than that. This was my future with this woman. I had to find a way to save it at all costs.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

I held my breath as she looked off to the side. For a second, I thought she was going to say we had company—that she could see them through the waterfall. That would be a relief. Anything but that she’d changed her mind about me. Even being caught with a naked missing woman—something my buddies would never let me live down—would be fine if it meant I wasn’t losing her.

“I have to tell you something,” she said.

Shit. Double shit. That was never good. What could it be? She was married? She had a kid? She had three kids? She was gay? She was a secret informant for the FBI, here to investigate mountain men who slept with missing women…?

All those thoughts raced through my mind as I waited for the three words she finally spoke. Three words that changed everything…in a good way.

“I’m a virgin.”

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OLIVIA

Iheld my breath, waiting for his reaction. I’d been terrified to say those three words. What if they changed everything? What if he decided he didn’t want to be with me anymore?

That was a thing, right? Men freaked out when they heard a woman was a virgin. It was one of the reasons I’d had such a tough time dating over the past few years. The older I got, the bigger a deal my virginity was. Men thought being a woman’s first time was too much of a commitment. In other words, you couldn’t just pump and dump a virgin without being a complete asshole.

But he didn’t run. He didn’t even move away from me. He stared down at me, his features completely unreadable, for the longest time.

Finally, he slowly broke into a smile. “I’m your first time.”

It was a statement, not a question, and when combined with the smile on his face, it was clear there was no way he’d taken the news badly. Plus, he said he would be my first time. That meant we were doing this.

We were doing this.

“Yes,” I said. “It’s not that I haven’t had the opportunity. I just wanted to wait. I wanted it to be with the right person.”

He didn’t respond to that at first. Instead, he just stood looking at me as the water flowed behind him. I held my breath. Should I say more or wait for him to speak?

“And you’re sure you’re ready for this?” he finally asked. “I can think of nothing I want more than to be your first time, but I want you to be one hundred percent sure about it.”

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