Page 39 of My Wild Mountain Man

“Morning, pretty girl.”

“Morning,” I whispered. His arms tightened around me, and I felt his lips move up my neck.

“I like waking up with you,” he murmured sweetly, and I felt a smile grow on my face.

“I like it, too,” I admitted.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked, and I answered without thinking and hesitation.

“You.” He stilled, and suddenly, we were both laughing.

I turned in his arms to look at him. Bash had always been hot in my eyes, but there was a whole other level of hotness seeing him in my bed just waking up. It felt intimate and real. And something came over me. I didn’t care that I probably lookedlike a hot mess just waking up, my hair a mess without makeup in the light of a new day. Instantly, I realized I didn’t feel self-conscious or anything. If anything, with the way he was looking at me, I felt beautiful and sexy. Seen.

I pulled myself up, and he sat up, then carefully brought me onto his lap, placing my thighs outside of his while I straddled him, and I kissed him. He let me lead the kiss, something I didn’t even know was a possibility. But there I was, learning all sorts of things, so many more I wanted to learn. I shifted, and when I sat back down, I felt him. Hard and thick. Impossibly long between my thighs. I instantly hated all the layers that lay between us.

“I want you, Bash.”

“Baby, please.” His hands held my face. The pads of his thumbs caressed my face. “I want you, too, but?—“

“But?” I cut him off, and he groaned.

“Don’t pout with me, pretty girl, or I’m going to pull you over my knee and spank you until you listen.” I trembled at the threat. Not in fear but sincere anticipation. “You like that,” he noticed, his nose flaring. I could have bet he got even harder beneath me.

“I’m not sure if I would but… I think I would like to try.”

“Fuck.” His lips crashed onto mine. The kisses turned into an inferno in a split second. He tossed me over, hovering his body over mine, and before I knew it, we were both naked. Not a stitch of fabric lay between us. “Fucking hell.” His nose nuzzled my neck and lower before he glanced up at me.

His dark gaze was intense as the muscles in his chorded neck moved. “I wanted to take things slow. Romance you. Rose-petal-covered bed and a million candles. Make it special for you.”

“It already is special,” I whimpered against his lips. “It’s special because it’s with you. Please, Bash, I’ve waited so long.”

“You can’t say shit like that, or this ends before it starts.” I looked at him slightly confused. When he swallowed, his Adam’sapple mesmerized me. “You’re going to make me lose my load before I get inside of you, pretty girl, with that dirty little mouth of yours.” My eyes widened.

“But I haven’t done anything.”

“Shit,” he hissed, and I felt him throb against my thigh. “Give me a minute.” He closed his eyes, somehow holding his large masculine body over mine. “We should wait.”

“Please, Bash. I want you. I want to see if… if we’re compatible.”

“We are,” he stated, opening his eyes. “You’re mine.”

“For the weekend, sure. But?—“

“No.” He shook his head. “You’re mine forever.”

“But my brother.”

“I’ll talk to him,” he said in a way I had a feeling he’d come to this decision before this moment. “I can’t give you up.”

“What if… what if I don’t like what you’re into? I mean, it’s always called me, and I’ve gotten off on it before when I read?—“

“Shit,” he rasped. “Baby, I’m holding on to be a thread here. Trying to be the good guy and give you what you deserve. But you keep talking like that, I’m going to hand you a book and make you show me how you played with yourself.”

“We can do that later,” I promised and meant it. “I want you, Bash. Please. Make me yours.” The words were heavy and so damn stupid. Wearing my heart on my sleeve, handing it over to the one man who could literally destroy me, heart and soul.

“I can’t say no to you,” he murmured. His lips danced over mine. Slow and easy. “We do anything you don’t like?—“

“I saypizza.” He grunted. His lips were on mine, and I felt as his fingers moved down the outside of my torso and then between my legs. I spread them wider, relishing in the deep moan he made when he found me more than ready for him.

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