Page 9 of Relentless Mountain Man

Those last three words came with long pauses between them. She seemed to be trying to catch her breath. But I liked taking her breath. In fact, I was looking forward to a workout of my own once she was fully satisfied.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

She uttered the words like a chant as she moved on my hand. I finally had to close my eyes to shut out the sight of her—back arched, her chest rising and falling, nipples pointed toward me, begging for my mouth again.

But I was focused on making her come. That was my only goal in life right now. And we were getting closer and closer and closer.

“Oh…oh…oh…oh…ohhhhhhh.”

That last oh was drawn out so long, I had no doubt she was coming. But I didn’t let up. I waited until she’d completely gone still. Only then did I stop moving my hand and open my eyes to look at her.

As she stared down at me, there was more than heat in her eyes. This was the look of a woman who was falling in love. Normally, it would scare the ever-loving crap out of me, but not with Rachel.

No, with Rachel, the feeling was mutual. I couldn’t say how, but I knew she was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

5

RACHEL

Inever imagined someone could look at me the way Quinn was looking at me right now. It wasn’t just sexual desire—although that was certainly there. He made me feel wanted, but he also made me feel treasured, like I was a priceless piece of art.

But the weird thing was, he wasn’t just someone I wanted to lose my virginity to. I could see myself falling for this guy, and that could be dangerous. It would mean giving up my life in Nashville and moving here. And if there was one thing I’d said I’d never do, it was give up everything for a guy.

No, this could be no more than a two-week fling, but I was going to make it the fling of all flings.

I smiled down at him. My goal was to give him a seductive smile, but I wasn’t sure I hit the mark. Seduction wasn’t really my area of expertise.

But any mistakes I might be making were overruled when I wrapped my hand around his erection again. It was clear from the intensity in his eyes that his only thought was what I was doing to him.

His cock was warm and hard, with a vein down the length. I couldn’t get enough of stroking my hand along it, moving from base to tip and back again. I knew, though, that he wouldn’t let me keep that up too long.

“I want to put it in my mouth,” I said.

That might not have been the sexiest way to say it, but I was new to all this, and he knew it. I waited for his response, holding my breath as he stared at me like he wasn’t quite sure what—or how—to respond.

When he didn’t reply, I climbed off him and pulled down his jeans, kneeling on top of them as they landed at his ankles. I looked up at him as I gripped his shaft and wrapped my lips around the tip. There was still a little moisture, and I was surprised to find it tasted salty.

Then I opened my mouth wider and took him in as deep as I could. I was new to this too, but instinct told me a man would like it that way. I was rewarded with a groan when I pulled up to his tip, then went back down again.

“I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer if you keep that up,” he said.

“Then don’t hold out.”

“Oh, no, that’s not how this is going to work. Get up here.”

I wasn’t sure what he had planned, but I was up for whatever he suggested. He surprised me by standing, whipping off his shirt, and removing his sneakers, along with the rest of his clothes. I sat watching, not sure whether I should keep my legs together or spread them.

I kept them together. It seemed more ladylike. But he quickly made it clear that wasn’t going to work, parting my legs with his own as he stepped between them.

Oh fuck. He was about to lick me. I wasn’t prepared for this. I’d heard about it, but I’d always worried I might giggle. Maybe it would be ticklish. Or weird.

I closed my eyes and gripped the couch cushions on either side of me, bracing myself. But he didn’t go straight for my clit. Instead, he teased me, moving his tongue over my folds then sliding a finger inside me as he’d done earlier.

By the time his tongue touched my sensitive bud, I was aching for it. But instead of feeling weird or ticklish, it sent heat raging through my body. I was aware that I could have the second orgasm of my life just minutes after the first. Two orgasms, but I’d still be a virgin. For now.

Quinn tucked his left arm under my thigh while his finger remained inside me, increasing the pressure and making my clit even more sensitive. I arched my back, my ass rising from the sofa, but he didn’t let up. He flicked his tongue back and forth, back and forth, until I was sure I was going to explode.

My orgasm came much quicker this time. My heart was pounding, my breath came fast, and my entire body tingled from head to toe.

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