Page 11 of Mountain Man Bodyguard
Everything was forgotten. The empty cup of cocoa tumbled to the floor, and the blanket from his bed slid to the floor. For someone who’d forsaken morning yoga the past month or so for more caffeine and panic scrolling trying to figure out who my superfan creeper was, I managed to leverage myself closer to Kane without any pain, his eyes watching, growing heavier with desire.
The switch-up for me was a powerful turn-on as I kissed him. The first touch of our lips surprised me. Where I expected hard,like the rest of him, he was soft. He followed my lead slowly, oh so slow until screw that.Who was I kidding?I didn’t want soft or slow. Or tender. I wanted Kane, full throttle.
And Kane did not disappoint. The change was swift, thrilling as our tongues battled for dominance and his hands grasped my waist, pulling me fully onto his lap. My hip brushed his erection, and we both moaned. I happily settled against him, winding my arms around his neck, fully giving myself over to the moment, to him.
Heavy breathing and whispered pleas filled my ears, and then Kane kissed me like I was his last meal. If this was what our first kiss was like, I couldn’t wait for more. For all of it. His hand drifted over my hip, and I had a moment of panic. My hormone patch was just millimeters away from his seeking fingers.
I know I shouldn’t be freaked out over this stupid patch; I was, am an RN. But what if it turns him off? What if he sees me as less than a woman? What if I have to make him stop when we're right in the middle of things? “Oopsie sorry, I should really get my lube before we go any further.” Stupid perimenopause, forced menopause, whatever.
Kane leaned back, releasing my lower lip with a sexy-sounding pop. “Chas, what’s wrong?”
I shouldn’t be embarrassed. He already knows about my surgery, that he’s my first since then, and he’s still here. Still hard.Suck it up, Chassie.You want this man—bad. Tell him before you ruin the mood.
“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” That earned me a smile. An amused and still interested in having sex with me smile. “Your hand, yeah, that one.” He rubbed the spot on my waist I was so worried about, igniting tingles along the way. “It’s just that I’m wearing a hormone patchthis closeto that spot.” I pinched my fingers for effect. “And I’ve never had someonediscover it.” I rushed out the last part of the sentence, not sure he’d get the importance or just how unsexy I felt because of it.
Instead of backing off, he cradled my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. “I know we haven’t known each other long, and this thing between us is…intense. But if you’re worried I’m going to be turned off because you wear a patch that helps you, you are very wrong.” Kane curled two fingers under my chin and gently tipped my head back until our gazes met. “Got it?”
He had no idea just how much, but before I could tell him about the other thing he rubbed his lips against mine and in a voice, I will remember for the rest of my life said, “Now, I can give you orgasms, or I can attempt an awkward flowery declaration of my feelings. But to be honest, at this very moment, I’m incapable of the second, while the first one I can guarantee your complete satisfaction. Because all my blood has migrated south and is hell-bent on staying there. So, lady’s choice.”
“O-orgasms? As in more than?—”
“I’m a man of my word. And for you, just like my favorite snack, I won’t be able to stop at just one.”
When was the last time I was struck speechless? Never, that’s when. Just ask my siblings.
“Chassie?”
“Um, yes?” I was still trying to work out the plural thing he just promised.
“I’m not playing games with you. I want this to happen, so if you want it too, I need to know before I pick you up and carry you to bed.”
Carry me? Hell, I’d race him if that got us there quicker. Nodding, because I was still speechless, he released a sound that I could only describe as pent-up relief, and before I could send the signal from my brain to my feet, he’d scooped me up, tossedme over his shoulder and anchored one of his large hands on my ass.
The short trip to his bedroom was a blur, but the slow slide down the front of his heated, tall body was anything but. When my feet touched the ground, I had no time to wonder what came next. He kissed me. And somehow this kiss surpassed the first.
My bones melted, and from the tips of my fingers to my toes my body tingled. A sharp twinge in my lower belly followed, and oh my, a pool of heat settled between my folds. Hello, natural lubrication. A small giggle escaped before I could hold it in.
“You find this funny, do you? Just for that, you strip first.” Kane tempered his command with a slow, devastating smile as he glared down at me.
“No way. That’ll take too long. And I wasn’t laughing at you. So, winner gets to…ah!” Kane picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, and I kinda liked it. “Hey no fair.”
“Clothes off.” Kane ordered.
Mm, I liked that too.
The race was on as I struggled to undress while lying down and also trying to watch him as he shed his clothes. He was…spectacular.
“You’re not moving.” Standing before me in nothing but his boxer briefs, hands on hips, the outline of his cock captured my full attention. Dang, he could sell millions….
And I wasn’t going to because he took care of my clothes for me. The man had talents. Soon I was naked except for my patch, and all I could do was gaze at him as he finally, blessedly removed his briefs.
Size may not matter, because a woman knows it’s really all about the motion and the tongue, but oh, my. Not too big, though. Just right for me.
“Chassie, focus.”
“Yes, sir.” I wiggled my hips and held out my arms.
“Just, Kane. When you’re coming the first time and every time, I want to hear Kane on your lips.” He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked.
