Page 63 of The One With the Mountain Man

He held me as we found our breaths. Then he laughed. "Well, if we can do that on our first try, I can't wait to find out what else we can do."

I grinned, feeling light andfreein a way I hadn't felt...ever. "Is that your way of saying you want to do that again?"

He cupped my face, eyes dancing as he gave me that grin of his. "Darlin', that's me saying you just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I'm yours. I'll give you anything if you give me more of that."

I teased him just the way he teased me earlier. "Well, I don't particularly like hearing about your past lovers, but I am happy you find me pleasing."

He grew very serious as he pulled me to his lips. "I find every bit of you pleasing. Every single bit." Then he gave me a full body hug and rolled to the side.

Just a few days ago I felt caged and alone and now...this. Heaven. I rested my head on his chest and sighed. "Thank you."

He kissed the top of my head. "You are very welcome. Thankyou.And thank you for trusting me."

Jackson was new and different in so many ways.Goodways. "I do, you know?" I pushed up on my elbow so I could see him. "Trust you."

"And I won't do anything to break that trust," he said solemnly with a brush of his thumb over my cheek. "I promise."

My chest ached for more of this man. I didn't want casual dates. I wanted to inject Jackson fully into my veins and never let him go, even if it was selfish.

He kept saying he wanted my complications. I was just going to have to trust thathewouldn't be the one running when he realized how complicated they really were.

Nineteen

Jackson

We were all about tossing our own words back at each other, weren't we?

We showeredoff in Marley's enormous luxury shower, but we never let each other go. It was all hands and mouths as we washed and rinsed each other clean. Which is how we wound up right back in her bed to learn more about each other.

I learned that her moans made me damn near come every time.

I learned that when she came, she blushed all the way down her chest, mottling her gorgeous skin like a roadmap to her nipples that I needed to memorize.

I learned that I was instantly hard every single time she looked at methatway.

I learned that sinking inside her was a kind of heaven I didn't know existed and I would stay there forever if I could find a way to make it work.

But mostly I learned that I couldn't get enough of Marley.

She arched under me as I slowly moved inside her. Her amber eyes were bright in the lamp light. It felt damn near exhibitionist to have sex with every window open and the lights on, but there was no one around. She could scream at the top of her lungs, and no one would hear.

But god, did I love testing that out.

The cool night air kept us from overheating. It also kept her nipples hard and ready for my mouth or my hands, whichever was available at the time. It was like a challenge to see if I could touch them all the time. And I was a man wholoveda challenge.

So I dipped my head down and took another long, sweet taste of them. She arched even deeper, thrusting it further into my mouth, so I rewarded her with a swirl.

There was something to be said for taking my time. We'd showered for at least thirty minutes, and we'd been playing in bed for at least thirty more. Just slowly pleasuring each other, testing new positions, tasting each other in new ways.

I loved watching her ride me. Fuck, I almost lost my damn mind when I took her hand and wrapped it around my dick. And when she wrapped hermoutharound me in the shower? I almost came again.

She tasted good when she was aroused. I enjoyed burying my face between her legs and licking inside her until I drew it out.

And now I was learning that I very much liked slowly stroking inside her as I took my time driving her into another orgasm.

I released her nipple and hiked her leg higher on my hip. "I like the light on your skin."

"I like the light on your skin." She traced her fingers over my shoulders and biceps. "You're going to turn me into a night owl."

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