Page 5 of Picked By the Mountain Man
I didn’t get a chance to take in the room before as I was so focused on getting into the shower, but the oversized sleigh-framed bed with a plaid burgundy comforter looks like heaven. The mattress I found in the farmhouse is old and lumpy, and sleep has not come easily on the darn thing.
Pulling my thumbnail from my mouth where I was chewing on it, I reach for the clothes on the cloud of a bed, mentally crossing my fingers they’ll fit me. How embarrassing it would be for them not to, but with the weight and belly I’ve gained over the last few years, it is a concern.
The blue shirt falls mid-thigh. It’s looser than I thought and doesn’t show all my lumps. Unfortunately, there’s no hiding the fact I’m not wearing a bra, and there’s not much I can do about it.
When I pull on the gray sweats, my mouth waters with the image of what they might look like on Keaton. I have to roll the waistband several times to keep from tripping over the bottoms, but at least they fit. There’s certainly no worry about them falling off.
I pad down the stairs in bare feet. The scent of chicken and spices reaches my nose even through the lingering skunk smell, and my stomach embarrassingly rumbles just as I enter the kitchen.
“I figured you might be hungry, so I got dinner going.” Keaton glances my way over his shoulder with a smirk, which quickly fades away, leaving him staring at me with his jaw hanging open.
If I’m not mistaken, his eyes darken with appreciation, but that can’t be right. He must be in shock of how snug his clothes are on me, but his gaze seems to be locked on my chest, which causes my nipples to tighten. I feel my cheeks heat and quickly cross my arms over my boobs to keep him from seeing.
“Uh, thank you for the clothes, so I don’t have to wear a towel home.”
His eyes jerk back to the stove as he clears his throat, but it’s still rough when I barely hear him mutter, “Isn’t that a damn shame, but they do look good on you.” Before I can respond, he continues louder. “Do you like broccoli? I’m making garlic chicken and pasta. I usually put broccoli in mine but wasn’t sure if you would like it. It’s one of those vegetables people either love or hate.”
“Oh, um, I enjoy it, so I must be in the love group,” I reply, but I’m stuck on his first comment, which has my belly doing somersaults. I must’ve heard him wrong. There’s no way he could want to see me in only a towel and thinks I look good in his clothes.
“Perfect. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes then.”
I watch from the stool at the island as he competently works in the kitchen. He’s the first man ever to cook for me, and I never realized what a turn-on it would be to see a man do so. The scent of chicken and garlic is incredible and has the skunk smell almost a distant memory. I can’t wait to try it.
True to his word, ten minutes later he’s setting a plate in front of me before taking a seat next to mine. I quickly shove a bite into my mouth. The flavors explode on my tongue, and I moan in appreciation.
Hearing Keaton’s grunt, I turn to find his eyes fixed on me. They’re darkened, his nostrils flare, and his food sits untouched.
“Um, is everything okay?” I ask, my brows pinched in confusion.
Chapter Six
Keaton
Becca looks at me innocently with concern as if she has no idea how hard she’s making me. I was fucking glad my body was turned away from her when she walked in wearing my clothes because my dick came to full attention from the half chub I was sporting thinking about her in my shower.
There was no hiding the fact she was braless, even though she tried. The sight of her beaded nipples just begging to be touched and sucked had my mouth watering.
Now she’s moaning over the food I made after I felt her eyes on me the entire time I was making it. The sound has my blood racing. Not to mention the blissed out look on her face after she took a bite. I can only imagine how it would intensify as I slide my cock into her wet heat.
My gaze zeros in on a bit of sauce at the corner of her mouth. “You’ve got a little something here.”
I reach my thumb out to swipe it off as her tongue pokes out to get it. I still at the contact, while she pulls the digit into hermouth, swirling her tongue around it. My balls tighten at the action as a growl escapes the back of my throat.
Her eyes widen as I pull my thumb away and replace it with my lips. I inhale the scent of my soap on her and fucking love it. Her supple lips open for me, and I immediately accept the invitation. No need to engrave that fucker for me.
The world ceases to exist as I take my time exploring her. She’s soft to my hard, molding pliantly to me, but she gives as good as she gets. Meeting my hunger with one of her own. Her responsiveness and whimpers have me on a razor-sharp edge, ready to go over with the touch of a feather.
Just before I teeter past the point of no return, from a few steamy kisses no less, my phone buzzes on the counter, breaking through the haze of lust surrounding us. Our lips tear apart. The dazed expression on Becca’s flushed face, I’m sure, is a match to my own, but damn if I don’t love seeing hers.
“Damn darlin’, that’s the closest I’ve ever come to blowing a load from a kiss alone.” I swipe my thumb across her lips as she inhales sharply and her glassy eyes flutter at the contact. Fuck, she’s so damn responsive.
Getting her into my bed is now my top priority, even over getting her to sell to me. The need to feel her come apart in my arms is a compulsion I’m not going to be able to deny. A few rounds to get her out of my system should be good, then I can go back to the original plan.
Tipping my head toward her plate, I wink at her. “Eat up before it gets cold.”
Her cheeks get redder if possible, but she picks up her fork and scoops in a mouthful.
Checking my phone, my eyes roll at the spam text before I shovel food into my mouth to keep from saying things I shouldn’t. Things like she belongs in my bed, that I wantto fucking devour her like she’s devouring her dinner, and demanding she stay with me.
