Page 7 of Relentless Mountain Man

I’d never been one to pass up a dare. I definitely wasn’t going to start now.

I turned slightly to make it easier for both of us. I’d barely shifted when I put my arm around her and pulled her toward me, not wanting to waste another second.

She seemed to feel the same. Her lips met mine hungrily, and she groaned against my mouth as she wiggled closer to me. Our legs were in the way, though. It was tough to get closer.

I should take her to bed. Any second now, I’d suggest it. But no, she’d said she’d never been with a man before. I had to take things slowly.

When her hands started roaming over my chest, it was harder than ever to hold back. She was definitely tempting me.

Suddenly, she pulled away, and I sucked in a breath at the sudden ache that rolled through my body. She was backing out of this. That was no surprise. She’d want to take things slowly too.

But instead, her gaze lowered to my jeans. She reached between us and began unfastening them.

“Whoa,” I said, already kicking myself for stopping her. “Are you sure you want…?”

“Positive,” she said, lifting her gaze to me. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.”

Those words were music to my ears. In fact, I’d never heard anything better. I could die right now, and I’d die a happy man.

With a devilish grin, she returned to unfastening my jeans. I should stop her. I should insist on pleasuring her first. But I was curious what she’d do next. And, truth be told, I didn’t want to do anything that would get in the way of this happening.

She had my jeans unbuttoned and the zipper down in seconds. When she lifted her gaze to me, I knew what she wanted me to do. I rose up just enough to pull down my pants and underwear, making my raging erection all too clear.

Yep, no hiding what she was doing to me now. But I eyed her with concern. I didn’t want to scare her off.

If no man had ever seen her naked, I assumed she’d never seen a man naked—not in person, anyway. Had she expected this? Did she like it? Or would my size intimidate her?

“That’s bigger than normal,” she said, as if she could read my mind.

I shrugged. “I guess. Is that a problem? You know, with you being a virgin and all?”

She hadn’t used that exact word yet, but now it was out in the open. She was twenty-three. Hunter had told me that much. It still seemed hard to believe that she’d gone all this time without a man succeeding in getting her into bed.

But what was more surprising was that she was giving this gift to me—a man she’d just met. I definitely didn’t feel worthy. But I’d do everything I could to honor that trust.

“Can I touch it?” she asked.

“You can do anything you want, darling.”

Did that sound cheesy? I didn’t care. It was straight from the heart. Plus, I liked calling her darling. I’d never used a term like that with a woman before. Now was a good time to start.

And yes, this definitely could qualify as dating. I planned to take her on dates, to shower her with attention—basically do everything I could to make her fall in love with me.

My cheesiness didn’t seem to bother her. I’d be surprised if she even noticed. Her full attention was on my erection, which was impossible to ignore, considering it was the only part of my body that was bared to her. My pants and underwear were stuck around my thighs and my T-shirt stopped only inches from my shaft.

That added a layer of sexiness to this. It seemed naughty. Like two young people, sneaking around and hoping we wouldn’t be caught but too hot for each other to stop.

“I just wrap my hand around it like this?” she asked, looking me in the eye.

Oh, fuck. This was getting hotter by the second.

I nodded and waited, my breaths coming in dramatic spurts. I was surprised I could breathe at all at this point.

She kept her eyes on me as she wrapped her hand around my cock. Then she slowly stroked downward, going all the way to the base.

Her gaze lowered and her head tilted slightly as she moved her other hand toward me. With that hand, she swiped her thumb over my tip, spreading a bead of moisture that had formed there and rubbing it in slow circles.

“I think it just moved,” she said, looking up at me again.

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