Page 10 of Rough Mountain Man

I was more shocked than I expected. It was probably the wrong assumption to make, but it wasn’t just her friend. There was something about her.

Still, it didn’t make much sense that a beautiful woman like her would be untouched. I could only assume it was her decision. She had to have been beating guys off with a stick for the past few years.

“Believe me, I want to change that. I just wonder if it may be more romantic if we went back to my cabin.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I want it here. Now.”

Whoa. I liked a woman who knew what she wanted. Correction—I likedthiswoman knowing what she wanted. Especially if what she wanted was me.

“I’m on the pill,” she said. “So you don’t have to worry about, you know, me getting pregnant or something.”

As I stood, listening to the birds chirping in the trees around us, one thought hit my mind. Having a baby with this woman wouldn’t be so bad. In fact, it would be pretty damn amazing. Raising a family with her. Building a life together.

Holy shit. Was I actually thinking this way? That was not like me. But then, I’d never met a woman who lit my soul on fire like Gennie did.

“Maybe this will tempt you,” she said, taking several steps back.

I stared at her in confusion, but then I saw exactly what she meant as she jerked her T-shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground next to her. That left her wearing only a white bra from the waist up, and I had to hold myself back from gaping at the cleavage that spilled out of each cup. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.

“Am I the first man to ever see you naked?” I asked.

She tilted her head slightly and tossed me a flirtatious smile. “You haven’t seen me naked yet. But yes, you will be. It’s your turn.”

Now I was definitely gaping at her. She wanted me to take off my shirt. It was clear in the way her gaze lowered to my chest.My turn.

I was not new to any of this, but somehow, the stakes felt higher with this woman. So I took a deep breath, grabbed a fistful of my shirt, and jerked it up over my head, automatically flexing.

There was definite appreciation in her stare as she scanned my upper body. She liked what she saw. But she was already reaching for the fastening of her shorts. In seconds, they were pulled around her ankles and she stepped out of them.

No way could I take my eyes off her at this point.

“Damn,” I said. “You’re perfect.”

Suddenly, she went all shy on me, ducking her head to look down at her body as if seeing it for the first time. I expected her to respond with some sort of comment negating my compliment, like women usually did. But instead, she looked up with a big smile.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’d say the same about you, but I need to see the goods first.”

Now I was the one looking down shyly. Since when was I shy? Never around a woman before—unless I went all the way back to my awkward teenage years. Even then, I’d done pretty well for myself with the girls. This woman took me back to those days of bending over backward to impress someone.

Before I could think too much about it, I unfastened my shorts and let them drop. That left me wearing only navy briefs, and the fabric did little to hide my growing bulge.

When I returned my attention to her face, I found her staring directly at my underwear with widening eyes. “The underwear too.”

Now my eyes widened. She was being bossy, and I was surprised how much I liked it. This innocent, perfect woman—knowing what she wanted and not only asking for it but demanding it. She could boss me around anytime she wanted.

I shoved my underwear down and had them on the ground within seconds of her order. When I straightened, I found her eyes exactly where they’d been before.

She liked what she saw. She even seemed to have to drag her gaze back up to my face.

“Touch it,” she said. “I want to see what you do when you’re alone.”

Now my eyes widened again. She kept surprising me, and I apparently kept surprising her. My girl had a kinky side.

“Hmmm.” I wrapped my hand around my cock, but I didn’t move it. I was waiting for my next direction.

“What do you do next?” she asked. “When you’re alone?”

Oh, yeah. She wasn’t going to let me off this easily. I needed to stroke. The problem was, she’d already gotten me so worked up, it wouldn’t take long before I came, and I had to hold out. Today was all about her.

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