Page 11 of Possessive Mountain Man

I shouldn’t drift too far from the analogy, but she would get my meaning. If I knew she was going to leave here soon and I would never see her again, would I want to sleep with her, anyway?

The answer to that was yes. Sure, I’d kick myself for the rest of my life for not finding a way to make it last, but that would be better than kicking myself for not finding out what it would be like to make love to her—and wondering for the rest of my life.

“I’d have the brownie anyway,” she said. “Better to have a moment of the best pleasure you’ve ever had than never have it at all.”

It reminded me of an old saying. “It’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.” I’d never really understood the meaning of that, but now I got it. I would not want to go the rest of my life without knowing what making love to Eve might have been like.

“I want you to be my first time,” she said. “I’m on the pill, so you don’t have to worry about birth control. Let’s do this.”

She sat up. I stared at her, suddenly aware that I’d lost all ability to breathe. It was like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. If I couldn’t breathe, there was no hope I’d be able to speak. And I needed to speak.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I mean, we’re in a tent, in sleeping bags. I wouldn’t think that would be an ideal first time.”

“That makes it even hotter. It’ll be the most memorable first time ever, with a gorgeous mountain man in a tent at the top of a mountain.”

It was a story she’d be telling for the rest of her life. And that was the part that bothered me the most. I did not want her to tell the story for the rest of her life. I wanted to be in her life, making even more memories.

One thing at a time, though. Now that I’d established I wanted to do this—even if she was walking out of my life afterward—there was no point in holding back.

I grinned. “Your sleeping bag or mine?”

“I’m on my way over to you.”

I was so nervous, I reached down to shove the sleeping bag off, only to remember I’d tossed the top aside already. There was nothing between me and the woman now standing above me but a pair of boxer briefs.

“Now I’m not sure what to do,” Eve said. “Maybe I should have had you come to my sleeping bag.”

“It’s not too late.”

She shook her head. I could make out her features even better now, but she still had to get closer for me to see the finer details.

Within seconds, she lowered herself until she was crouched next to me on her knees. I reached over and put a hand on her thigh, and even that simple touch did things to me I wouldn’thave expected. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have her whole body pressed against mine. I groaned.

“That good, huh?” she teased.

She lay down, and I fully made out the smile playing at her lips and the teasing glint in her eyes. I reached up with my other hand and placed it on her shoulder, nudging her toward me and sitting up a little to meet her halfway.

Our mouths fused in a frenzied kiss that came from hours of intense desire. My hands itched to roam, but I kept them in place, hesitant to do anything that might disrupt the moment.

I would keep kissing her for hours if I could. But eventually, I’d have to touch.

She seemed to have the same thought because her hand was moving over my stomach and upward, toward my chest. Her movements were somewhat amateurish, but I didn’t mind. My body warmed beneath her touch, sending fire straight through me.

She moaned against my mouth, reminding me that my hand was still on her thigh, doing absolutely nothing. I pulled away.

“I want to see you,” I said. She looked confused, and I realized I probably needed to be clearer than that. “I want to see you naked.”

“Oh.”

That was all she said. “Oh.” Then she sat there, looking at me, her palm still flattened on my stomach.

“I’ve never been naked in front of someone before.” She laughed. “Well, I guess I have, but it was in the girls’ locker room in high school. My roommates haven’t even seen me without clothes. I’ve always been very modest.”

“Getting naked is part of the rest of what we’re going to do. But if you don’t feel comfortable?—”

“No, I want to,” she rushed to say. “I just wanted you to know how rare this is. All of it. It’s all just for you.”

With that, she lifted her shirt, leaving me thinking through her words. Just for me. Did that mean she was open to the idea of continuing this relationship after tonight? I sure as hell hoped so.

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