Page 10 of Possessive Mountain Man

“I’ve had this problem all my life,” she said.

She hesitated again, leaving me to wonder what problem that was. Not being able to finish thoughts? Being attracted to a guy who lived hundreds of miles away? Could be anything at this point. I opened my mouth to ask, but she continued, picking up where she’d left off.

“I’ve never felt that spark with anyone. I waited for it. My friends talked about it, and I envied them. They’d have these big crushes on these guys, and I’d try to like someone, but…I don’t know. I guess I was waiting. I didn’t realize what I was looking for was someone like you.”

Now I was really curious. In the privacy of our tent, both of us staring up at the ceiling, it felt easier to be open like this. At least, that was how I saw it. I had a feeling, though, that she was spilling details for that reason too.

“It made sense in middle school, but by high school, it just seemed wrong that I didn’t have a mega-crush on anyone,” she said.

“You said you were looking for someone like me. What exactly is it about me that’s different?”

She paused another long moment before answering. “Well, you’re a man, not a boy. That’s a big part of it. But it’s not just that. All you have to do is look at me, and I feel…beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.”

“Nobody’s ever told me that before. Well, nobody who wasn’t related to me.”

That was hard to believe. I didn’t think much of the guys who’d been in her life before she met me, whoever they were.

“I’m thirty-five years old,” I said. “I’ve lived a lot of life, and I can one hundred percent say I’ve never felt this before either.I’ve been cursing the fact that I’m feeling it with someone who’s leaving soon.”

I had no idea how soon. She could be leaving tomorrow. I was afraid to know exactly how long she’d be in town.

“I’ve never had an orgasm.”

The statement came so out of the blue, it shocked me. It took me several seconds to even run it through my mind and make sense of it. When it did, anger was the emotion that shot through me. I shifted my head on the pillow and looked at her.

“Fucking assholes,” I said.

She turned her head toward me. “Who?”

“The guys you slept with who didn’t make sure you were satisfied. Even when I was a young prick, full of hormones, I never left a woman wanting more. Never.”

“Nobody left me unsatisfied. I’ve never slept with anyone. Not even close.”

With that, she turned her head back to its original position, staring up at the ceiling. I did the same, my eyes wide.

What was she saying?

“You’ve never had sex before?” I finally asked.

“Never. I don’t even have a good reason for why. I mean, all three of my friends have done it. They even brought guys back to the apartment over the two years we lived off campus. I guess I felt like sleeping with a guy I wasn’t in love with was worse than not sleeping with anyone at all.” She paused, then added, “But then I met you. And I get it.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Get what?”

“Why someone would sleep with a guy she just met. That sizzle of attraction. It’s like seeing a big, gooey brownie and craving just one really delicious, mouthwatering bite.”

She was talking about food, but her words were going straight to my dick. I’d taken off my jeans and T-shirt before climbing into the sleeping bag and now, my erection was turningmy boxer briefs into a giant tent. But she probably couldn’t see that in the dark.

“There’s one problem with really good brownies, though,” she said.

I was almost afraid to ask. “What’s that?”

“You can’t have just one. And if you find a brownie that’s particularly tasty, you’ll compare it to every single brownie you eat for the rest of your life, so you may as well stick with that original recipe.”

She was not talking about brownies. I was fully aware of that.Iwas that gooey brownie that made her mouth water. And once she got a taste of me, she wouldn’t want anyone else. Her phrasing, not mine.

“What if you know that brownie is going to never be available to you again?” I asked. “Is it better to enjoy it while it lasts or to walk away, knowing that it would have ruined you for all other desserts?”

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