Page 60 of The One With the Mountain Man

But I was now realizing it was also a room designed for pleasure. I could already see myself tangled up in the sheets with Jackson in every possible direction and orientation. In some scenarios it was dark like this, in others it was bright as day with the French doors open. Sunshine and cool breezes spilling inside.

"For the record," he turned me towards the bed and hooked his fingers under the collar of my sweater, peeling it away as he dropped kisses on my skin, "I've decided I like sundresses."

My sweater fell to my feet. "Is that so?"

"All this skin." His fingers joined his lips, tracing my neck and shoulders. Then one hand skated up my thigh and between my legs. "And all this access. I have a new fantasy."

"What's that?" I gasped as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders at the same time his other hand pressed against my mound.

"You. Hiking. Sundress. Does this feel good?"

I melted against his chest, abandoning all control. "God, yes."

"Good. And this?"

I whimpered when he slid two fingers down in a V-shape. "Very good."

"And this?" His fingers slid under my panties and I saw stars.

"Jackson."

"You're a firecracker about to go off on me, aren't you?"

I was a needy, lonely, untouched woman who had a sexy, nice man touching her in all the right places. Of course I was about to come.

All I could do was nod.

"Is that what you want?" His thumb flicked back and forth over my swollen clit, through the fabric. "To come right now on my hand?"

I didn't have a choice in the matter. I was already coming. He held me tight as my neglected body bowed, his fingers pressing and working me through the waves of intense, unfamiliar pleasure.

Because as good as I was at taking care of myself, it couldn't compare to someone else—Jackson in particular—pulling it out of me.

"That's it. God, Marley. So good. So damn good."

I heard him but it was hard to take any of it in when my universe looked so different. Everything was brighter, sharper.

"Oh my god." I just came with all my clothes on from a few touches.

"You're gorgeous." He pulled his fingers away and held me as I panted for air.

"That was embarrassingly fast."

"Are you knocking my skills?" he teased.

I laughed as best I could. "Not in the least. Just hate that now you know how long it's been."

"I don't particularly like hearing about your previous lovers, but I also don't care about them. All I care about is getting you what you need."

"I need a lot more of where that came from." It was so easy to forget abouteverythingand simply feel good when I was in Jackson’s arms.

"I'm glad to hear that." He fisted the skirt of my dress and pulled it up and off, leaving me in just my panties. "Because I'm excited to provide it."

I turned and plucked his hat off his head, hanging it from the post on the headboard. "I knew the room needed a little something extra."

"I certainly don't mind it staying there."

But I minded that he still had all his clothes on. So I gathered up his shirt, which was very soft and clean, and tried to pull it over his head.

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