Page 6 of Ferocious Mountain Man (Seduction Summit Trails #6)

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“ I want to make love to you.”

Those words were all I heard. In fact, my other senses may have completely shut off altogether. Well, aside from whatever was controlling my almost painful erection. Was that a sense? That wasn’t one of the five senses, but it had to count for something.

“I don’t have protection,” I said.

That was for her sake, not mine. This would be her first time, and pregnancy was probably the last thing on her mind at this point in her life. For my part, I suddenly couldn’t think about anything but my baby growing inside her.

When did that happen? I’d just met her. But yes, suddenly, I couldn’t imagine anything but having a baby with Sahara.

“I’m on birth control,” she said. “Never miss a day.”

That meant very little to me, but if it made her comfortable, I was all for it.

I might want to be a father now, but I’d wait until she was ready, even if it took years.

Even if she didn’t want them, this was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

Although I hoped like hell she wanted a family.

Silence spread between us as we sat, neither of us daring to make the next move. I had no idea what the protocol was with a virgin. It had been a long time since I’d been one, and then, it had been the first time for both of us.

I could tell her to come here, but we weren’t going to do anything just inside the entrance to the tent. She had a perfectly good sleeping bag over there. It only made sense to take advantage of that.

I pushed myself to my feet and started walking, wishing I could stand. It was hard to be macho when you had to duck down to avoid hitting your head on the roof of a tent.

Her eyes were wide as I approached. She almost looked scared. If this was frightening her, I definitely would stop. It had to be comfortable for her too—well, as comfortable as a first time could ever be.

“You have a bulge,” she said as I dropped to my knees at the foot of her sleeping bag. I did that more for comfort than anything. Keeping my head ducked wasn’t easy.

Her gaze was on my underwear. I glanced down but returned my attention to her face. There was wonder in her stare, like she was checking out something truly amazing. But I knew this was more about her power to turn me on than anything.

If she was surprised by that, I didn’t know what to tell her. Most men would be packing some wood after spending even a little time with this redheaded beauty, especially after the conversation we’d been having.

“Looks big,” she said.

Those eyes were still wide. Slightly less so, but still wide. I knew what she was thinking. It was probably the same thing any woman in this situation would be thinking. Was that going to fit inside her? I was a little worried about the same thing.

“We’ll go slowly,” I said. “If you still want to do this, that is.”

I hated to keep checking in with her, but I wanted to be sure she was sure. As I waited for her to answer, I thought through what I’d do if she said she wasn’t.

It wouldn’t be easy to get this far and not relieve this ache inside that sweet, tight pussy.

I wasn’t sure how I’d handle going the rest of my life without knowing what that would have been like.

I’d always question if I could have done something to convince her that her virginity was safe with me.

While I was debating what to do next, she opened her mouth as though to answer, but nothing came out.

Instead, she looked around, then reached down and grabbed fistfuls of her T-shirt before yanking it up over her head.

I sucked in a breath when I saw she wore absolutely nothing beneath it.

Her large tits were bared for my shocked eyes to take in.

“Your turn,” she said.

“My turn?”

I felt like a moron, but I was too stunned to process what she might be saying. Instead of answering, though, she wiggled out of her shorts, which left her wearing only a pair of panties.

“We’re both wearing one item of clothing,” she said. “You go first.”

Holy fuck. If my erection had been threatening to force its way through the band of my underwear before, it was definitely pressing at the seams now.

But I didn’t know what to do about it. Well, I did know.

But I was afraid the sight of my hard-as-steel cock might have her hiding in that sleeping bag beneath her.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked.

Oh, fuck. That didn’t sound right. It made it seem like I thought I was packing something extraordinary. Something she’d need to prepare herself to see.

She gave a nod, and I decided it was best to just keep moving forward. So with a shrug, I slid my thumbs beneath the waistband on each side and shoved downward, freeing my erection.

Even I was surprised by how stiff I was. Had I ever been that hard before? I couldn’t remember a time.

It seemed like hours ticked by as she stared at me without moving. I was starting to wonder if I should say something to guide this to the next phase.

Finally, she spoke. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous about this part.” She gave a laugh that did, indeed, sound nervous. “It’s not like I’m fully dressed. You’ve already seen the top half of me.”

“Nobody’s ever seen you naked before?” I asked.

“Not a man.” She shook her head. “I mean, there’ve been sleepovers and stuff. I’ve always been pretty modest, though. Even when I go to the gym, if I have to change into my sports bra, I go into one of the stalls.”

“Sucks for them,” I said. She looked confused at that. I rushed to explain. “All the other men in the world. The ones who don’t get to be with you.”

And I meant that. If I had my say, she’d never be with another man. And since I was her first, that would mean she was mine. All mine. Everyone who’d come before meant nothing. I’d been searching for Sahara. I’d been put on this earth to find her and make a life with her.

“Here goes nothing,” she said.

With a deep breath, she wiggled around until her panties were down around her thighs. She pushed them the rest of the way down and tossed them to the side.

She sat on the sleeping bag, naked, her legs clamped together. I couldn’t see a damn thing, and that was fine. Just knowing I was a heartbeat away from having her pussy bared to me was enough.

“Now what?” she asked.

She kept leaving it up to me. That made perfect sense. But despite having plenty of experience with this, it may as well have been my first time. It was just that important to me.

“Now, you part those pretty legs and let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

I winced at the cheesiness of the statement. I’d said plenty of cringy things in the name of getting laid, but this time, every word mattered.

Because I wasn’t just getting laid. I was mating. For life.

Sahara closed her eyes as she lay back. She hadn’t parted her legs. In fact, she squeezed them together like she was securing what was between them.

I moved until I was squatting at the foot of the sleeping bag. She seemed to get the message. As she bared that perfect pussy to me, I let out a groan.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I said.

“Oh.”

That one, mostly whispered syllable whooshed from her mouth. She was flat on her back by then, her face pointed up toward the roof of the tent.

Since she wasn’t watching, I felt comfortable moving in between her legs. But I didn’t position myself at her entrance just yet—not my cock, anyway. I propped myself on my arms and moved my head between her legs, keeping an eye on her face as I touched my tongue to her clit.

She let out another “Oh,” but this time, it was filled with surprise.

Her hips jerked upward, and I slipped my forearms under her thighs to hold her hips in place with my hands.

But I didn’t hold them all that firmly, which meant she could move freely, and soon, that was exactly what she did.

Her hips were gently rocking in time with each slide of my tongue over that swollen nub.

Her breaths came faster, and occasionally, a light, barely perceptible squeak escaped her lips. She was trying to keep her noise to a minimum, probably conscious of the fact that we were outdoors. But nobody was around to hear. In fact, I might just shout to the rooftops when I finally came.

Movement above me caught my eye. It took a few seconds to register that Sahara was touching herself. The fingers of her right hand moved around her nipple. When she pinched it between her thumb and forefinger, I almost lost it.

Suddenly, she proved me wrong by letting out a cry so loud, I was sure they could hear it a half mile away. I just hoped the trees blocked the noise. If not, fuck it. One of my fellow loggers would probably high-five me tomorrow.

Finally, her rocking stopped, and she seemed to relax. Only then did I dare to lift my head.

“How’s that?” I asked, like I was getting feedback from my boss on some work I’d just completed.

She opened her eyes, but she didn’t look at me. She stared up at the roof.

“Oh my God,” she said. “That was…I can’t…words…”

I smiled as I stared down at my beautiful virgin. Okay, so she wasn’t mine yet, but I was definitely hers.

She lowered her gaze and finally made eye contact with me. “That was an orgasm.”

“Yep. Get used to it. I plan to give you multiple orgasms a day for the rest of your life.”

When her eyebrows arched, I realized what I’d just said. It had slipped out like it was nothing more than small talk.

But I meant it. Every word of it. I just hoped she felt the same. I hoped that more than I’d ever hoped for anything in my life.

“That’s unfair,” she said.

I frowned. “What’s unfair?”

“I haven’t even given you one orgasm. Get over here, and let’s do something about that.”