Page 3 of Knocked up By the Mountain Man

Beau opens the cooler and pulls out a couple of sodas and some snacks. But truth be told, we don’t even get a chance to touch any of it. We’re already lost in one another’s eyes.

“You look so sweet tonight,” Beau murmurs, his voice a gentle rumble. He tilts my chin up so I’m looking into his dark, intense eyes. “I can’t get enough of looking at you.”

Before I can respond, he presses his lips to mine.

The kiss starts out soft and tender, but quickly becomes more passionate. My fingers tangle in his hair as I pull him closer,wanting to feel every inch of him. There’s no way I can dial back this desire now! Beau’s hands skim down my back, pulling me even tighter against him. Our kisses grow hungrier, and more desperate. I can feel the heat rising between us, the intensity of the moment making my heart pound.

Beau’s hands slide under my shirt, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down my spine. I arch in to him, craving more. His lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I can barelythink, my mind is consumed by the sensation of his hands and lips on my skin.

“Beau,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice husky but gentle.

I nod, unable to find the words.

I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long, and now that it’s here, it feels even more intense than anything I ever imagined. I didn’t know tonight was going to go this way, but I’m so happy. I mean, I can’t be here much longer, so this is awesome. The perfect way for us to spend one of our last few nights together.

Beau’s hands move to the hem of my shirt, and I lift my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head. He gazes at me, his eyes dark with desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the outline of my bra. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I reach for his shirt, tugging it off and marvel at the feel of his bare skin against mine. He’s so hot. His body is freaking gorgeous. I can’t believe he’s here with me.

He pushes me back on the blanket and I go willingly. Our bodies entwine as Beau’s kisses grow more urgent, his hands exploring every inch of me. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as I lose myself in the electric sensation of his touch. Beau’s hands move to the waist band of my jeans, and I nod, giving himpermission to go further. I might be nervous, but mostly, I’m excited. He unbuttons them, slowly sliding them down my legs. His touch is gentle, reverent, as if he’s afraid of breaking me.

I reach for his belt, fumbling slightly in my nervousness. He helps me, our hands brushing together, and I can’t help but smile at him. I wouldn’t want this moment to happen with anyone but him. Even if itisdangerous to be with this man.

We shed the last of our clothes, and Beau’s body covers mine, his warmth enveloping me.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice full of concern.

“Yes,” I breathe, my heart pounding wildly. “I’m sure.”

Beau pauses, taking a deep breath as he gazes into my eyes, his expression tender and loving. I feel like he knows it’s my first time, and he’s going to respect that wholeheartedly, which is why he’s the one to take me tonight.

His hands caress my face, his thumb brushes gently over my cheek. Then he kisses me softly, taking his time, as if savoring every second. His lips travel down my neck, leaving a trail of warmth that makes me shiver. His hands move gently over my body, exploring every curve, like I’m worth being cherished. I don’t know how Beau does it, but he sets me alight in a really special way.

His touch is careful, every movement gentle and deliberate, making sure I’m comfortable and ready. My pulse races, a mix of nerves and anticipation flooding my senses. As Beau shifts his weight, he hovers over me, his eyes locked on mine, searching for any signs of hesitation.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath.

I nod, my heart pounding so hard I can barely hear anything else.

“I will,” I assure him, feeling a rush of gratitude for his care and concern. This moment is everything I dreamed of, and Beau is making it perfect.

He kisses me again, deeply, passionately, as his hand slides between us, positioning himself at my entrance. I can feel the heat of him, the anticipation building to an almost unbearable level. My body tenses slightly, a mix of excitement and fear.

“Just breathe,” he murmurs against my lips, his words a soothing balm. I take a deep breath, trying to relax, and he slowly begins to push inside me.

The sensation is intense, a mix of discomfort and pleasure. I gasp, my fingers digging in to his shoulders as he pauses, giving me time to adjust. His eyes are full of concern, watching my every reaction.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, his voice laced with tenderness.

I nod, biting my lip to keep from crying out.

“Yes, just…go slow,” I manage to say, my voice trembling.

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