Page 8 of Mountain Man Savior

His response? A wicked, sexy smile that near stole my breath. Would I ever become immune to that look? Did I want to be?

“Okay, just so it’s clear, I’m not looking for an older man, or a ‘daddy,’ to take care of me. I have a dad and a stepdad. I’m not looking for another one. So, no. You’re not too old for me.”

After an eternal pause, his eyes narrowing, his gaze roaming my face, sparking off visions in my head of nights spent in pleasure, he took a deep breath and finally spoke. “Okay, so let’s agree that the last few minutes never happened. That I never asked that stupid question.” His left eyebrow quirked up, and damn if that didn’t turn me on as well.

“Sounds good to me.” Was that even my voice? The need I heard, breathy and carrying a sultriness so foreign, I almost looked over my shoulder. Instead, I returned his smile, relief and anticipation fueling my confidence.

“And now, I guess the real question here is, what are you looking for, Lauren?” West’s eyes flared, his muscles tensing.

He was wrong. The real question was, do I have the guts to ask him for it? Because I really don’t want to walk away from him. This may have been my only chance for some honest-to-goodness, outside the bedroom, lights on, blazing hot sex guaranteed to leave a mark on my soul and quite possibly my heart.

Go big or go home.Oh, I was going so damn big that the dream I had about him last night would pale in comparison.

SIX

WEST

Lauren’s featureschanged from one emotion to another so quickly, I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t know if she was going to walk out the door, slap me, kiss me, or tell me I was a fool for bringing all this up. Is this what love at first sight was like? Making an idiot of yourself in front of the woman you wanted more than air?

“Actually, I wasn’t looking for anything. Just excited to be part of my mom’s business, growing that business and working with the Triple R. Then you showed up and saved me from, admittedly, a poor decision. And then you touched me, and everything I’d ever believed about attraction to a man seemed innocent compared to what you ignited within me. And the way you took care of me yesterday, so commanding yet sweet. It put all these ideas in my head…”

“What ideas?” I asked, barely able to contain my excitement.

“I’ve always been pretty…well, vanilla. Never asking for what I want. With a guy. But you, there’s just something about you…something undefinable drawing me to you. My body reacted toyour voice, your touch and dammit, the way you look at me makes me believe that I’m attractive, sexy and that’s a major turn on.”

Did she have a clue what she was doing to me? She didn’t have to say another word, because I now believed she wanted me, full stop. Worry over the differences in our ages vanished.

“I want what I’ve never had. And I want it with you. It doesn’t mean I’m expecting a commitment, but I want you to take me to your cabin, strip me, then let me watch as you strip. I want you to brand me with those full lips, your work-roughened, large hands. And I want you to fuck me as if you’d die without knowing exactly what it felt like to be inside of me.” Her gorgeous breasts rising and falling with her confession made my cock harder than steel, leaving me damn near crossed eyed with need.

Could I have found a more perfect woman? There was no amount of shifting that could ease the ache, or hide my body’s response to her, so I wasn’t even going to try. I just hoped to hell that neither Ridge nor Lars saw me in this condition, and I quickly plotted how to get her from the laundry room to my cabin without them seeing us.

“That’s…pretty damn specific. And more than doable.”

“Which part?” Her whisper was so low, I grinned. Was she worried I’d turn her down? Not to save my life. Giving her everything she asked for had just become my number one priority.

“All of it. I need you so damn bad, Lauren. Under me. Wrapped around me. In this laundry room, on the floor, on the table, in front of the damn fireplace. Doesn’t matter.”

She let out a very unladylike squeak. “Guess it’s a good thing you haven’t opened your doors yet. Your guests would be scandalized.”

“Nah, more like jealous.” I didn’t give her any warning. I bent down, lifted her up, and kissed her senseless. “Wrap your legs around me.” She complied, so trusting and perfect as her body molded into mine.

Turning with her in my arms, I managed to open the door from the laundry room to the outside without dropping her, then somehow located the path that led away from the lodge toward my cabin. I had to break off our kiss, otherwise we’d end up flat on our backs on the hard ground.

I’ve never humped a distance so fast as I did, getting her to the steps of my nearly completed home. Not even in my prime physical condition in the service, with packs strapped to our backs and the enemy breathing down our necks, had I moved this fast.

I reached my front door and set her down, her body sliding against mine until her feet touched. There’d be time later to show her around the place. The only place I wanted her was splayed out on my bed, naked and needy. “You okay?” My voice breaking. The urge to not strip her right this moment testing my will power.

“More than okay.” Lauren’s tempting smile was all the motivation I needed. Opening the door, I dragged her through the cabin, which really was bigger than I’d made it out to be. “Ooh, look at that view.”

Almost to the hallway, I ground out, “Later.” Then, with two long strides, I gently pushed her through my bedroom door. “Strip. Now.” Impatient much? Only with her.

Her delicate hands shook slightly as she unbuttoned her blouse. Anticipation or uncertainty, I’d soothe either. Determined to live up to the challenge of her earlier words, I kept my eyes locked on hers until she’d finished undressing. Once she’d shimmied out of her pretty lace panties, I let my gaze roam over all her lovely curves, lingering on her rosy tippedbreasts, the nipples pearling, begging to be tongued. All that flushed skin begged for my touch. How had I’d gotten so fucking lucky?

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Need you on my bed. Now.”

Pulling my shirt up and over my head, when my gaze zeroed in on her face, I lost my breath as her tongue bathed her lips, and the heat in her gaze as she visually ate me up nearly did me in. I took a step toward her but forgot about my work boots and, with a frustrated grunt, I ripped the laces loose and flung them across the room. With her throaty chuckle egging me on, I nearly broke my zipper as I freed my cock and damn near caused permanent injury to my favorite appendage as I tore off my jeans.

Striding toward Lauren as she sat on the bed’s edge—my bed, my woman—I nearly lost it again as she slowly scooted back, her large full breasts bouncing. Grabbing the base of my cock, I squeezed, taming it before I allowed myself to crawl over her.

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