Page 18 of My Mountain Man Valentine
My head is spinning and my body is limp from exhaustion, yet there’s still a fire inside me. Something that wants to do it again and again while I have the opportunity.
“I think so.”
I lift my head from his shoulder, and he’s looking at me with genuine concern. “You didn’t break me, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He smiles at me, and damn he’s good looking when he smiles, his face unlined and carefree. “I get the feeling you don’t break easily, Lucy.”
I sit back and wince as my ankle brushes the floor. In the heat of the moment, I forgot all about my sprained ankle. I think I kept it off the floor, but I really have no idea.
I slide my other leg to the floor and climb off Ethan. He catches me around the waist and stands up, then gently pushes me onto the chair.
“Let me clean you up.” I glance down at the blood on my thighs mixed with slick fluids. Yup, I’m most definitely not a virgin anymore.
Ethan takes a packet of wet wipes from his backpack and crouches next to me. He wipes me clean, his touch gentle compared to his rough hands on me earlier.
“You need to eat and drink something.”
He hands me a bottle of water and an energy bar and finds what’s left of my clothes. He pulls on his t-shirt, and I feel bereft as it slides over his muscular torso. I don’t want it to be the last time I see his body; I don’t want it to be the only time I feel him pressed against me.
“Can you make it to the bed on your own?” Ethan shakes out the blanket and puffs up the pillows.
He clearly has sleep on his mind, but I want something else. I want something more.
I bite my lower lip, and my cheeks heat with what I’m about to ask. But we’ve come this far. May as well go all the way.
“Can we do it again?”
Ethan stops with a pillow in his hand, and his smoldering eyes fix on me.
“I mean, I know it’s not what we agreed, but…”
Before I can finish the sentence, he discards the pillow and strides over to me. I stand up to meet him, leaning on the chair for support.
“I’ll make love to you all night if that’s what you want, Lucy.”
He trails a hand over my cheek and catches a strand of hair in his fingers. It’s hard to breathe when he’s this close. His intense gaze drills into mine, and my knees feel shaky.
He’s awakened my body, and I won’t feel satisfied until I’ve had him again. I don’t know if this is normal. I don’t know if this is what he expects from a one night stand. My experience with men is limited, and I don’t know if he looks at every woman this way, but right now I don’t care. I feel special under his gaze. I feel sexy and wanted.
I run a hand over his chest, feeling the taut muscles under his t-shirt. “If you don’t mind. I’m not experienced. I hope it wasn’t too bad for you.”
“Lucy.” It comes out as a growl. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”
I let out a sigh of relief. He wants to do it again, so I must be doing something right.
“This time, we’re doing it in bed.”
He takes my arm, and I hobble the few paces to the bed. He pulls back the covers, and I sink into the mattress. Ethan gently lifts my leg and places it on the mattress.
“This time, we go slow, and you keep that foot elevated.”
I scoot over on the bed, and Ethan kneels next to me. “No acrobatics, Lucy. I don’t want that foot getting bumped.”
He slides a cushion under the ankle and keeps a light grip on my leg. “You’re going to lie right there and let me take care of you.”
I sit up on my elbows and watch him. “Do we need to wait?” I have no idea how the mechanics of the male body work, but I’m pretty sure he’s not going to be able to go again straight away.
Ethan raises his eyebrows at me. He pulls his shirt off and his underwear. His dick pops out as hard and straight as the first time. “We don’t need to wait.”
