Page 14 of My Wild Mountain Man

The night went by too fast, and before I knew it, Raven and the rest of the Trejos were gone. A longing ache in my chestsettled deep, making me wish for more. Minutes felt like hours the moment Raven left with her sisters. Time dragged on until it was finally time for me to head home. It was late, and I’d just locked up the brewery. My employees were gone, the parking lot basically empty.

That’s when I saw her.

Standing next to my truck, under the streetlamp and moonlight. My steps faltered as her face turned to look at me, that sweet innocent smile that haunted my dreams pointed in my direction.

“Raven?” I called out her name when I was standing right in front of her.

“Hi.” She licked her lips, leaving that plump lower lip glossy and shiny. “I…” She chewed on her bottom lip. “I didn’t want to leave,” she shared. “Should I go home?” she asked, slightly louder than the sound of my very own heart pounding in my ears.

I reached for her hand, tangling our fingers together. “Don’t leave.”

“You sure?” I nodded, leaning in closer. Close enough my nose brushed against hers.

“I didn’t mean to sound like a dick, pretty girl. You have no idea how happy I was when I saw you over here. It’s just late, and it’s not safe for you to be out here in the dark.”

“Safe,” she whispered, her lips quirked upward. “You act like this is Gotham.”

“And you act like you have nine lives to live,” I mumbled, but some of the worry filtered out of me with the sound of her soft little giggle.

“Does that make us Cat Woman and Batman?”

“Fuck, I hope not,” I gruffed, loving the sneaky little twinkle in her eye.

“Nothing bad happens here,” she said. It set my teeth on edge, the fact she actually believed that. Bad shit happened anywhere.

“Rave––“

“Okay, fine. I just…” When she chewed on her bottom lip again, my free hand popped up to carefully pull it away.

“Why didn’t you want to go home?” I asked, knowing I was playing with a live wire. Sparks were flying between us that I couldn’t ignore.

“You know why,” she whispered, moving in a little closer. Her free hand moved between us, resting in the middle of my chest. “I was thinking about you and our kiss.”

“Rave.” My breathing slowly started to turn unsteady. Shallow. The heat of her tiny delicate palm permeated through the material of my shirt and seared the skin below.

“My first kiss.”

“Baby girl,” I drawled slowly. The heat of her body seeped into mine, and I knew whatever she said, whatever she asked for would be hers.

“Will you kiss me again?” Any self-control I might have had went out the window.

I didn’t just kiss her, though.

I picked her up, loving the natural way her legs wrapped around my waist, pressing those perfect more than-a-handful tits against my chest.

“You want me to kiss you again, little girl?” I growled against her plump lips.

“Bash,” she whispered my name, and my dick twitched against the zipper of my pants.

“Tell me, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.” I had no idea why I was goading her, pressing her to ask for a kiss. Maybe because part of me wanted her to be sure. This wasn’t what theweek was supposed to be like. But fuck if I could give up the living, breathing temptation that was my sweet little Raven.

“Please kiss me.” That soft little word shot through me and settled straight in my rock-hard cock. I didn’t think.

My lips dropped and met hers as if we had been kissing for a lifetime instead of the second time. Deep and wet. My free hand roamed into her dark strands before tugging the back of her head, making her extend her neck for me. My lips peppered kisses from her lips to her chin and down to her jaw. I felt her shiver. Her fingernails dug into my shoulder as my lips skimmed against the line of her lithe neck.

“Fuck, baby girl. You smell so damn good,” I growled. I felt like a caged feral animal ready to pounce all while my mouth watered for a taste.Will she taste this sweet when I get to her tits and pull those tightened little nipples into my mouth? Will her cherry-tight pussy be as sugary?I set her against the hood of my car, and when she gasped, I knew why. She could feel exactly what she did to me.

“Bash,” she whispered, and I smiled against her neck.

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