Page 11 of Jealous Mountain Man
“This is a little scary,” she said.
“Only if you stand close to the ledge.”
That was exactly what she was doing. She was on a rock that was perched precariously close to the edge. It made me want to wrap my arms around her and keep her safe.
Okay, I wanted to wrap my arms around her pretty much all the time. And not just to keep her safe.
“We can do it right here,” she said.
“That would be a little dangerous.”
My eyebrows rose. My girl liked living on the edge—literally. I wasn’t one to shy away from a little adventure myself, but I would not put her in danger. No way, no how.
“Come here,” I said.
She turned and found me sitting on a rock. The view was perfect from here. We could easily see the water, and our liveswouldn’t be in danger. Not that we’d be spending much time appreciating the view. Notthatview, anyway.
“Come there?” she asked, her gaze lowering to my midsection.
She was checking out my bulge. I’d pulled up my underwear while I was leading her out of the water, so she still hadn’t seen what I was packing beneath my tighty-whities.
“Yup.”
I added a nod to that, like I didn’t want to waste energy speaking. Maybe I didn’t. I had to save it for what was about to happen.
As she started toward me, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I could clearly remember the feel of those large breasts in my hands. And if I lived to be a hundred, I’d never forget the sound of her gasps and sighs as I coaxed her to climax.
But I wouldn’t have to remember it. I was going to keep this woman in my life. Permanently.
That thought was eye-opening. Before I could make this permanent, I had to deal with the issue that had landed me in Seduction Summit in the first place. I had to make sure I was safe—if only for this beautiful woman.
She knelt, pushing my legs apart with her hands as she did so. I wasn’t sure what she was planning until she reached up and began tugging on the waistband of my underwear, just as she’d done in the water only minutes ago. That ended the mystery of what was beneath my tighty-whities.
The devilish smile she gave me as she wrapped her hand around my cock was just about the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Normally, I’d close my eyes, but I didn’t want to miss a second of this. For someone who was new to this, she was doing an amazing job. Too amazing, actually. I hated to stop her. But the last thing I wanted to do was come this way.
“Babe, you’re going to have to stop that,” I finally managed to choke out.
Her expression only grew more devilish. And then I realized what she had planned. She parted her lips and wrapped her mouth around me. A groan escaped my throat.
Fuck, that felt good. How was I supposed to stop her?
“Okay, okay,” I said. “Stand up.”
I wasn’t sure she would. She seemed to be enjoying what she was doing.
She paused a long moment, then pulled back, releasing me without a word. Pushing herself to her feet, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure we were still alone.
I really didn’t give a damn if we weren’t alone. If someone didn’t want to be around a couple making love on a rock, they should go somewhere else. We were here first.
I thought about ordering her to take off her panties, but I’d already been bossy enough. Instead, I reached for the waistband and jerked them downward.
Larsen smiled. She liked the forcefulness. Using her legs and feet, she scooted them off. And then she was fully naked in front of me, that beautiful pussy ready for my cock.
I nudged her legs apart and kept my eyes on her, sliding a finger inside. She was so wet. So tight. So hot. Slipping inside her would be heaven on earth.
Without taking my eyes off her, I leaned forward. Could I do this? Would the angle work?
I didn’t think it would at first, but as I touched my tongue to her sweet clit, I decided all the neck strain in the world was worth it. Especially when she gasped and shifted until one foot was up on the rock.
