Page 20 of The Mountain Man's Mail Order Temptation
I shiver, surprised that the area is so sensitive. His soft beard grazing my skin adds another layer of sensation, making my nipples harden.
“Would you be more comfortable in your undergarments?”
Probably, but they’re plain white. Nothing sexy. The moment they get wet, they’re not going to cover much, anyway.
“No.” I can do this. He says I’m beautiful. I trust him. And I want to feel his bare skin on mine.
I feel his chest rumble with his approval. His fingers trace my waist at the edge of my sweater. “Let me take care of you, sugar. We won’t do anything you don’t want.”
His whispered promise gives me the confidence I need. I grip the hem of my sweater and lift it up.
He helps pull it over my head and drops it to the ground, then reaches for my leggings. After I showed him the bruise earlier, he insisted I change into something that wouldn’t rub the injured area. At least until we’d eaten and the water was hot.
Anson slides them down my legs and I step out of them. Cool night air hits my skin, and I shiver.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Ready.”
He slips his fingers beneath my bra, tracing my skin, then releases the hooks. The straps slide down my shoulders, then he’s drawing the bra off and dropping it into the growing pile of clothes. My panties quickly follow.
Suddenly I’m standing bare-ass naked in the open on his back porch, with only the night sky and a hot mountain man to witness.
Deep breath, Ellie.
“Damn.” Pure appreciation laces his voice as he skims a hand down my side. Then he slaps my ass, making me yelp. “Get in there, gorgeous. Otherwise, I’m going to bend you over the side and make you come until your legs won’t hold you up.”
Oh, I have options! I press my lips together, thinking them through.
He huffs another laugh. This one is stronger, fuller.
It melts my heart to hear it, knowing this rare smile is just for me.
He ushers me forward with his big palm on the small of my back. “Come on, sunshine. I’ll be right behind you.”
I step gingerly into the warm water and let out a sigh. It’s perfect on my tender thigh.
Anson leans over and cups my cheek, feathering his thumb over the skin. “Warm enough?”
“Yes.”
He presses a kiss to my temple, then strips off every scrap of clothing.
I forget how to breathe.
Every muscle is a carved work of art. Marble statues should be modeled after him. His chest, his arms, his abs… even his thick, strong thighs. His black hair grazes his shoulders, highlighting dark chocolate eyes the way his trim beard shows off his jawline. More hair dusts his chest, and I track the line in a happy little trail all the way down to where it nestles around his cock. It’s thick and hard, and as I stare, he wraps one hand around it.
“See what you do to me, Ellie?” He pumps his hand, and I can’t look away. “Your beauty, your smile. The way you light up when you talk.” He squeezes and hisses a breath. “And your body. That plump ass gives me ideas. I want to see all of you. But first,” he steps up to the hot tub, “I want to take care of you.”
I gather enough brain power to scoot over.
Anson climbs into the hot tub, completely at ease with his body.
Even better, he seems to like mine too.
He pulls me closer, then turns me until I’m sitting in his lap with my back to his chest. He massages my shoulders and neck, then down my arms to my thighs. Every stroke, every touch is gentle. Meant to soothe, not arouse.
It doesn’t take long for my body to have other ideas. I’m naked and pressed up against the sexiest man I’ve ever met. His hands are on my skin, but they aren’t where Ineedthem.
