Page 20 of My Wild Mountain Man

“I got you,” he growled a moment before his lips connected with mine and the world literally disappeared.

His fingers slid between my folds, touching the very spot, the bundle of nerves that was swollen and greedy. My hips bucked against the palm of his hand and my lips parted for him to deepen the kiss. He’d ruined me with a kiss, and now, now there needed to be a better word for ruin, because that’s what I was. So far gone for this man, this beautiful man I had a feeling would always own me, body and soul. He was fingering me, and I knew that getting him out of my system wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought.

“Bash! Oh god, Bash!”

“Good girl. Look at you, so fucking greedy and wet for your man. Fuck!” His lips moved from mine and down to the column of my neck while his fingers teased me, driving the anticipation so much higher. I moaned a soft little sound that switched something. His movements became harder, rougher.

“That’s my girl. All mine. Fucking hell, baby, this little kitty’s fucking cherry tight,” he rasped. Sweat shined on his forehead. The tip of his middle finger skimmed my entrance, and I gasped. My fingers dug deeper into his shoulders. “That’s my girl. Give it to me, Raven.” He slid his finger inside of me, stretching me, filling me so beautifully I had no idea how he did it, but I was on the cusp of coming so much faster and harder than I ever got myself off.

His attention was gentle but dominating. Tender but powerful. My thighs began to shake as pleasure started totighten and coil in my belly. My eyes fluttered shut, and with his free hand, he cupped my chin.

“Open those eyes. Look at me when you get off, baby girl. I need you to know exactly who is making you feel like this.” I forced my eyes to open and look at him.

He looked so damn handsome and fierce. His attention was intense and solely on me. I knew an asteroid could fall from the sky a couple of feet from us, and he wouldn’t look away.

“Good girl.” His praise made me wetter. “Look at me, baby. Just like that. You’re fucking perfect, feel so damn good. Pussy’s getting even tighter.”

“Bash.” My lips parted, and my head tilted back just a smidge, but I kept my eyes on him. My wild mountain man’s talented fingers were working me up, making a come-hither motion inside of me.

“Keep going. You’re close,” he noted, his nose flaring, and I trembled. “Show me how you’re going to milk my dick when I get inside that tight little kitty. Show me how you come on your man’s fingers.”

“Bash! Oh god.” And that’s when I exploded.

Fireworks lit up behind my eyes, and I threw my head back as I panted. Pleasure ripped through me. Wave after wave of orgasmic relief washed over me, leaving me boneless on top of him. Not that he stopped touching me. It was just lighter, sweeter. I brushed away my hair and watched as he brought his fingers up between us. Without breaking eye contact, he slid them inside his mouth and tasted me. A deep animalistic sound vibrated through his chest, and I felt my face heat up. He was tasting me. Why was that so hot?

“You taste incredible, baby.” His tone was deep and rough.

“Bash.” I only whispered his name before both his hands held my face and he kissed me. Deep and passionate, leaving mebreathless by the time he pulled away and both our lungs burned for oxygen.

“You still going to cut my hair?” He gently brought us back to reality. I glanced down and licked my lips.

“What about you?” My hand dipped down below us, but before I could touch him, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

“No.” He shook his head, and I frowned.

“No? Why?”

“Because if you touch me, we need privacy for all the things that will happen after.”

“But––“

“My hair?” he interrupted, clearly trying to change the subject. I chewed on my bottom lip. “You let me take care of that ache, and I got a lot more off on that than you could even imagine, beautiful girl. But please, have mercy on me,” he groaned. “You touch me right now after watching you while I can taste your sugary sweetness in my mouth, I won’t be able to hold back,” he admitted, and as much as I loved what he was saying, the question slipped past my lips without thinking.

“Why do we have to?”

“This weekend.” He brought up, and I stilled.

Was this still only going to be a three-day thing?

He’d called himself my man in the heat of the moment. I frowned and slipped off his lap, my legs still a little wobbly after the bliss I’d felt. Bash held my hand, and I licked my lips.

“This weekend. Right.” I felt like the stupidest girl in the world. I shook away the disappointment that felt like it was going to take me under and moved to turn the water back on. “Let’s make sure we got all the conditioner off.”

This time, I moved my body to the side of the sink. He stared at me for a long moment. I could see he wanted to say something, but he didn’t say a word. He simply sat back and let me rinse off the conditioner that had been left over in his hairbefore I got distracted by his mouth on my breasts. I glanced down at his body, and there was no denying the effect of my hands on him. He was hard, his length pressed snuggly against the front of his jeans.

“Okay,” I broke the silence that had fallen between us. “All done. Let’s go to my chair,” I said after toweling off his hair. As he followed me to my chair, I could feel his gaze on my ass, and I couldn’t help but sway my hips with a little more oomph. He sat down, and I adjusted the chair.

“What do you want?” I asked, our eyes connected in the mirror as I stood behind him.

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