Page 13 of My Forbidden Mountain Man

Not wanting to waste such a perfect opportunity to discover her flavor, I taste each finger individually, groaning in the process.

She’s salty and sweet, the perfect combination to get addicted to.

Once she’s caught her breath, Violet’s eyes lower, and I can see the question already forming.

“Not here.” Even if it risks leaking a patch in my jeans, I won’t fuck her. My body might ache, but I’ve already risked too much.

That, and Violet deserves so much more than getting roughly fucked in a patch of trees.

From what I’ve noticed so far since her arrival, it seems like life has already kicked her around enough as it is.

At my dismissal, she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and nods. What I’m sure is disappointment in her eyes, the wobble of her legs will have to be enough to satisfy her for now.

Once I have her to myself, I won’t just want to relieve the stiffness in my jeans. Just getting a taste of her like this is dangerous. Her flavor is enough to get addicted to.

If I get addicted, I won’t want to let her go.

With the way she came back into my life, she made it clear. This stay of hers is momentary. Just a place for her to crash until she can get on her feet again. It could be a couple of days, or a few weeks. Or, if I’m lucky, a few months.

She’s not aware just how tightly she has me wrapped around her finger, how badly I want her. I’ve spent too much time beating myself over these feelings I’ve manifested over my monitor.

Right now, this doesn’t feel wrong. Touching her like this, making her feel good, that’s been the most right thing I’ve ever felt. It’s something I want to chase.

“Are you able to walk back?” My hands curl at my sides in anticipation, and the hope she’ll tell me no swirls around my head. Any excuse to touch her, even if it’s simply carrying her back to my cabin, sounds like a good idea.

Unfortunately, she nods her head and already starts walking back along the trail like she can find her way back without me. The expression on her face isn’t one of relief from her earlier pleasure. No, she looks as frustrated as I do.

Something so little shouldn’t claw at my chest, but it does. Fuck, it’s enough to claw at a man’s concious, and now, I’m wondering if I should’ve had more control over myself. More constraint.

I’ll figure out what to do. Even if I’m going in completely blind, I’ll figure it out.

One way or another, Violet will be mine.

* * *

It’s a miracle I don’t have her pressed against the nearest wall the second we make it back. We’ve only finished half my usual hike, but we’re both flushed and gasping like we ran the whole way.

That time spent together has left us in wild disarray, flushed and aching.

Violet makes it hard to ignore the voice snarling in my head, the one begging me to chase the high she’s left me chasing. However, I don’t get the chance to act on it.

She’s already slipping away the moment we step inside, her hurried footsteps echoing down the hall before the bathroomdoor clicks shut. The shower hisses to life, steam seeping under the doorframe, carrying the faintest trace of her soap—something sweet and sharp, like citrus and possible regret.

Now alone, I drag a hand down my face and groan. Her scent clings to my skin, a taunt woven into salt and sweat. Shit, I’m a mess. There’s no coming back from this. No pretending my hands don’t still ache with the memory of her.

With the ache of my erection constantly throbbing, constantly wanting to finish what we started, I force my way past the hiss of the shower and escape into my room.

As the door shuts, I jerk my fly open to get everything out of my system.

If she’s run away so quickly, I need to give her a little space. Right now, it’s the best thing I can offer her if I don’t want to spook her.

Not good at this whole thing, I don’t want to fuck up again. I’ll do Violet right, one way or another. If it means waiting for her to come back to me, I’ll do it.

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Violet

Okay, this is bad.

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