Page 17 of Christmas Hike With The Mountain Man
“Our reviews.”
She was still sitting up, wearing her jacket and boots. I wanted to tug her under the covers and fuck her until she howled like a wolf for me. I had to fight with everything in me to keep from doing just that.
“I just want to get this straight. You want to sleep with me?” she asked. “I’m still trying to figure out the abnormal part. Is it because I’m fat? And you’re not usually into fat girls?”
“Wh-what? What the hell are you saying, Katie?” I staggered out a breath. “You’re drop-dead gorgeous, and I want to do things to you that are probably illegal in at least twelve states.”
Her lips parted in surprise, then shifted up into a wide, beautiful smile. “You’re a good ego-boost, Boone.” Then she tugged off her boots and coat, and slipped under the sleeping bag with me. “What exactly do you want to do to me?”
“No, you’re missing the point. I can’t doanyof that.”
“Because of the reviews. What if I promise to leave agoodreview?”
Was Katie coming on to me?
I met her eyes and saw the smolder of a slow burn inside them. Miss Georgia Peach was on fire for me.
Oh, fuck.
She shifted towards me until her soft breasts hit my chest.
“I can’t,” I strangled the words out as she wiggled closer, the soft press of her belly against my abs.
I’d never resist her now. Jameson was going to be so disappointed.
And then I gave in, telling myself I wouldn’t take ittoofar. I’d just kiss her again. One more time. To get her out of my system.
I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her closer, satisfied by the tiny puff of air that she breathed out in response.
Quietly she whispered, “I haven’t been with a man in over two years, and I could really use some good cock. What do you say, Boone? You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and I sure would like to spend the night with you.”
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I couldn’t possibly hold back. Jameson would understand. I was powerless not to give this woman exactly what she wanted. Whatwewanted.
I didn’t bother answering her with words.
Instead, I showed her with my body. My lips hungrily found hers, and then we were both in a frantic rush, pawing at too much clothing, trying to find bare skin under layers of wool.
I got her base layer shirt pulled up, her soft breasts cupped in my hands, nipples already hard and aching.
Then she found my cock, freeing it straight into her hand.
Damn, that felt good.
I groaned as I pumped myself into her grip, showing her what I wanted to do to her.
Then, I greedily tugged down her base layer bottoms and grabbed huge handfuls of her bare ass, kneading it in my hands.
For two days straight I’d watched her ass bounce, bounce, bounce in front of me. And now it was going to bounce, bounce, bounce on my dick. I almost came on the spot, a low, guttural groan escaping past my lips.
I slipped a finger down to test her pussy. She was dripping for me. My sweet Katie-Peach didn’t need a warmup.
She gasped and parted her legs, obviously ready for me to take her.
So I did. In a mad rush, I guided my cock to her entrance and slammed my way in, burying myself in her to the hilt.
My heart was pounding as we made love like wildcats. Fierce nails dragged across my back as our hips found a rhythm as old as nature.
