Page 10 of Jealous Mountain Man
In the silence that followed, I imagined him swimming over to me. Maybe kissing his way up my thighs as he ran his hands over my body. I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over as the water sloshed around my arms and chest.
I found myself heating up inside as though he were actually touching me. The water acted as a sort of caress—gentle and soothing over my skin.
A splashing sound just in front of me popped my eyes open. Enzo was standing right in front of me—not a few feet, but mere inches. All I’d have to do was lean forward a little, and we’d be kissing. With the way he was staring down at me, we were only seconds away from doing that.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
The words went straight to my core and my heart at the same time. Again, it wasn’t just what he said, but the way he said it—and what I saw in his eyes as he looked at me.
Neither of us moved for what seemed like hours, but finally, my arm thrust forward as though on its own, my hand landing on his right bicep. That seemed to push us to the next level. His hands went to my upper arms, moving toward my shoulders as his lips captured mine.
The kiss started out sweet, taking my breath. He parted my lips with his tongue, his hands settling on my back and gently nudging me against him.
That was all it took. Our bodies seemed to meld into one, my chest pressed tightly against his, my arms going around his waist. I freely explored the ridges and contours of his back, marveling at how solid he was—a stark contrast to my much softer build.
He didn’t seem to mind. He began exploring too, his hands wandering over my upper back. One hand moved to the nape of my neck.
I sighed against his mouth as, with one hand, he unfastened the clasps holding my bra in place. I didn’t want to break the kiss, so I did an awkward little maneuver to get the bra off. Then my breasts were flattened against his chest. The feel of our bodies together made me sigh.
That was when I got really adventurous. My hands moved over his back and down, sliding under the elastic waistband of his underwear, cupping his ass. He moaned against my mouth, and that sound spurred me on.
With a not-so-gentle shove, I pushed his underwear downward and immediately felt his erection against my belly. He was hard as steel. I hadn’t expected him to be that hard already. Didn’t it take time? A little more kissing, maybe me touching it?
It only reminded me I had a heck of a lot to learn when it came to a man’s body. Hell, I didn’t even fully understand my own body yet.
More out of curiosity than anything, I moved my hand between us and wrapped my fingers around him. Another moan let me know I was on the right track.
His hands slid upward, finally reaching my waist. He separated us just enough to skim my nipples with his thumbs. Now I was the one who moaned. I’d anticipated his touch for so long, even the slightest contact lit my body on fire.
When he suddenly broke the kiss, I worried something had gone wrong. Maybe my touch was too amateurish. He was used to being with experienced women. Hell, even men my age were used to that.
He surprised me by putting a hand on each of my shoulders and gently spinning me around. He moved into place behind meand wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him. My eyes slid closed, and my head tilted back against his shoulder.
His hands went straight to my breasts. He was free to explore now, and he did exactly that, his fingers sliding around each nipple, palming both breasts. He nudged my hair aside with his chin to plant kisses along my cheek and the side of my neck. When his right hand began a gradual move downward toward my panty line, I thought I might die of pleasure.
But I hadn’t seen anything yet.
He didn’t bother sliding my underwear down, as I’d done with him. Instead, he dove beneath the waistband—straight to my aching clit.
“Spread your legs a little,” he commanded.
The gruff tone of his voice made me sigh with longing. It also made me realize I’d had my legs clamped tightly together. I was nervous and scared, but only because this was my first time. I felt safe in his hands. Somehow I knew he’d take care of me. Always.
I gasped as he began moving his finger over my clit in a rapid, rhythmic pattern. I knew that tiny bud was the key to orgasm, but I never dared try to give myself one, and now I wondered why.
All thought was soon wiped out as my body began moving toward something I couldn’t understand yet. All I knew was it would be a pleasure like nothing I’d ever experienced.
I didn’t even realize I was making a noise until it echoed in the air around me. We might not be alone. I should be worried about that—but I didn’t care. At this point, the whole world could hear my first orgasm. All that mattered was what I was feeling right now and this man, with his arms wrapped around my waist, making me feel safe and protected—andwantedfor the first time in my life.
I closed my eyes again as sensations overwhelmed me. Sensations I never wanted to end. Eventually, though, they did. And as disappointment set in, something hit me.
This wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.
6
ENZO
Icouldn’t do this in the water. Not standing up. And the bank didn’t seem appealing at all. So once I’d given Larsen her first orgasm, I led her up the stone steps to the top of the bluff that overlooked Lumberjack Cove.
