Page 7 of Seeking the Mountain Man

Unless…

“Come with me.”

Even as I was saying the words, I was walking. And I was walking fast. I didn’t want to waste even a second.

She was still tipsy, though. I wouldn’t take advantage of her while she was tipsy. But a little naked wading never hurt anyone, did it?

There was an area toward the back, away from the fountain. I’d scouted it out the one time I’d visited this creek. At the time, I just wanted to get away from all the kids playing in the creek near the fountain. But it paid off now. It gave me a place to be alone with Kenzie Vogel.

“Here,” I said, turning around. “This should be—”

But my words broke off when I turned and saw Kenzie. She’d pulled her shirt off and was tossing it toward a nearby tree. It landed on the ground with a whoosh.

She wore a bra. It was flimsy and pink. I would’ve sworn she wasn’t wearing one, the way her nipples had poked through the fabric of her shirt. But she didn’t remove the bra just yet. Instead, she reached for the fastener on her shorts.

My cock strained uncomfortably against my zipper. But I was more aware that I was just standing there, gawking at her like a teenager. I reached down and tugged the hem of my T-shirt upward. The breeze over my bare skin only made me harder. I wanted to get rid of all these clothes and feel the water. Feel her flesh against mine.

No. I couldn’t do that. I had to keep control. We would not fuck tonight.

That was for later. Once we got to know each other a little better. Once I was sure she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

4

KENZIE

This should feel wrong. But it feltsoright.

I’d never felt this bold in front of a man before. I’d blame it on the wine, but the buzz wore off as soon as I saw that look in his eyes.

I felt free. Freer than ever before.

He removed his shirt, and I froze. Not because I had second thoughts, but because he was beautiful. Amazing. The hottest guy I’d ever seen.

That T-shirt had hinted at his strong arms, solid chest, and six-pack abs. But seeing them nearly knocked me over. And now he was staring at me, wearing only his pants and shoes, and waiting for me to take off the rest of my clothes.

I was hyperaware of every sensation. The movement of my shorts over my skin as I pushed the fabric down my legs. My hair tickling my shoulder as the breeze blew past. The strain of my breasts, begging to be set free from my bra…

“You go first,” he said.

My entire body tingled as I reached back and unfastened my bra. His eyes seemed fixed on my face, but I knew he was taking me in. I could tell by the rise and fall of his chest as he watched me.

“Your turn,” I said, my voice so raspy I hardly recognized it.

Still not breaking our stare, he unfastened his jeans, letting them drop. He wore boxer briefs beneath them. They were navy or black. I couldn’t tell from here.

He stepped out of his tennis shoes, then threw those, his jeans, and his socks toward the tree. When he straightened, I could clearly make out his bulge. He wanted me. There was no feeling more empowering.

I should go to him. But I didn’t. Instead, I headed to the right, toward the water.

A rustling behind me told me he’d followed, but I pushed forward. I stepped into the water, feeling the silky surface beneath my feet. There were stones too, so it took a few extra seconds to find a flat surface.

Now what? The water wasn’t deep enough to swim. All I could do was stand, feeling the water moving around my ankles.

“Kenzie.”

His voice was a low rumble, coming from behind me. At the sound, my eyelids lowered almost of their own volition. I sucked in a deep breath and turned, keeping my feet as anchored in place as possible. The last thing I wanted to do was slip right now.

He was closer now, standing at the edge of the water. The desire in his eyes made my knees weak. I’d only been with one man—a guy I dated for almost the entire time I’d been in college. Our lovemaking sessions had been awkward, amateurish. And he’d never, ever looked at me like this.

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