Page 13 of Loving the Mountain Man - Thickwood CO

“Fuck,” I grunt, hating to leave her warmth, but knowing if I don’t cover her body up, I’ll be inside of her tonight. Even though I want that so fucking badly, I need her to know our relationship isn’t based on sex but will be built on a deeper level.

When I stand up straight, her eyes are closed, and there’s no other way to explain the look on her face. She’s fuck drunk. That brings a smile to my face. When she opens her eyes, I let her watch as I lick her flavor off of my fingers.

Her whimper makes me want to give her more. Instead, I put her panties back in place. My fingers sweep over her, making her shiver. Then I pull her dress back down before pulling her up to help her down off the counter. Our eyes lock, her smile saccharine sweet, and I know she has the biggest part of my heart, if not my whole soul.

18

Jules

Hudson’s eyes are on that molecular level of deep, dark, and dirty. I want to feel him slide deep inside me. I should feel completely sated after the orgasm he gave me. I’m not, though; my body is craving his more than ever.

“You can’t look at me like that, Hudson Walker, and not expect me to drop to my knees and see what you’re hiding under those worn denim jeans.” I think I’ve shocked him, not only with how blatantly I’m speaking but the way his body dominates mine, how I give what he demands. I know, once we come together, it’ll be out of this world.

“Look at you. You’re fucking exquisite. Hair all mussed up, clothes a wrinkled mess, with a sweet as sin smile on your face. You may just give me a run for my money, gorgeous.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment then,” I reply.

“You damn well should.” Hudson’s voice has returned to normal, losing its huskiness. I lean up on my toes and kiss him. He seems shocked at first that I’m okay with tasting myself on his lips, but then he relaxes, and I fall deeper into him.

The only reason we break apart is when Beau starts yipping as he plays with the toys Hudson bought. A moan comes from my throat as Hudson’s lips leave mine.

“That little dude, we are going to have some talking to do, he and I,” Hudson groans.

I giggle. “Not Beau, he’s innocent.”

“I think your dog might be a cockblocker, gorgeous.” That has me laughing while I nod my head in agreement.

“You may be right.” Hudson and I grab a bite to eat before we head up to the bedroom for the night.

“You can use the shower in here. I’ll wait until you’re out,” Hudson offers. We’re standing in what will eventually be the study when the upstairs is finished, but for now, this is Hudson’s bedroom. The wood paneling is deep and rich, reminiscent of the time period for this house. The bed though? God, the bed completely dominates the room. His four-poster king bed is amazing. The dark fabric canopy gathers at each corner. They’ll close you in from the outside world and keep you secluded. Well, it’ll keep Hudson and me that way, at least.

After staring at the bed, I go for broke. Hell, he’s already seen most of my body while we were in the kitchen. “Or you could take a shower with me?”

He marches away from me, and I think it’s because he’s leaving the room, but he doesn’t. He turns, heading to the bathroom. Not being able to resist, I follow him, wanting to watch every single thing that entails Hudson Walker.

The bathroom is newly renovated, and it is in pristine condition. You can tell he put a lot of effort into maintaining how this house would have looked in the late eighteen hundreds, but with modern-day amenities, and the shower is definitely one of them.

Hudson turns around and walks to me. “Nothing better than knowing I’ll get you soaking wet, hair slicked down past your ass, nipples aching and hard for my mouth, and in my shower.”

“Yes, please,” I reply, lifting my dress over my body. I’m left in my white lace bra and matching panties. I go to unhook my bra when my hands are taken away.

“I want to unwrap you, Jules. You’re like my very own present, and you’re all mine.”

Hudson unclasps my bra. Not bothering to tease him, I let it fall to the floor, taking in the look he gives me when he sees my breasts bared for him.

“God damn, you bring me to my knees,” Hudson groans as he goes to his knees, slowly taking my panties off. I step out of them, kicking them to the side. I’m standing before him, naked to his clothed body, wanting to see him in all of his naked glory.

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