Page 15 of My Wild Mountain Man (Summer in the Pines #15)

“Good girl,” he praised, and I felt his words wash through me. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered. My breath came in shallow pants, jagged and heavy like I had been running a mile.

“I need to see you,” he said, his gaze soaking me in. “Fuck, you look so damn cute like this.” I pressed my lips and thighs together. He hadn’t really done much, but I was soaked.

His hands roamed down my neck over my shoulders and arm until they stopped at the thin hem of my tank.

His eyes locked with mine, and I nodded.

Carefully, and crazy slow, he lifted my tank top over my head, keeping it in his hands when he had me topless in front of him.

His arm shot behind him, and with a flick of the wrist, my bedroom flooded with light.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t look away.

Too afraid I’d miss something, an expression of his as he looked back down at me.

“Jesus, Raven.” He swallowed hard. With a shaky hand, he stroked my arm with the edges of his fingers.

Goose bumps flared to life on my skin, like every part of me strained to get closer to him.

His eyes dropped to the mark just above my right breast, and his fingers skimmed over the hickey. “Did you like my mark on you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Was it a nice little reminder of what we did when you washed my hair?”

“Yes.”. My body felt like it was on fire. I loved his touch, but it wasn’t nearly enough. It was too light, drifting over my flesh.

“Good.” He grinned wolfishly. He dropped to his knees, kneeling in front of me before his hands moved to the waistband of my little satin sleep shorts.

“These are fucking sweet, baby girl. I’m going to need you to wear these again for me down the road, but right now, they gotta go.”

“Bash.” I shuddered, feeling his fingers slide just a smidge beneath the waistband. “Please.” He slowly tugged them down.

My whole body felt like an inferno. I’d never been naked in front of anyone but a medical professional.

My cheeks burned with uncertainty that he might not like what he saw.

I hadn’t been wearing panties, and now I was standing completely nude in front of him.

I heard him swallow, then a deep uncoherent sound emanated from him.

“Baby,” I whispered, and it was almost like that snapped him out of whatever thoughts he had.

“You’re waxed.” I chewed on my lower lip.

“I did it for you,” I shared, ignoring the way my voice trembled.

“Fucking hell, baby.” He stood with his arms crossed now, not touching me at all. It was the last thing I expected him to do. “Turn for me. Let me see you,” he ordered without any allowance for me to argue.

I did as he asked, slowly turning around. Letting him see all of me.

“I knew you were beautiful, but I had no idea. Standing in front of you, I realize I’m a fucking simple man and don’t have a creative bone in my body, pretty girl.”

“Bash.”

“You’re stunning. Beautiful.” His compliments felt real. Honest. In a way that they bled into my skin and fed my soul. “There isn’t a word for how exquisite you are.” He moved then.

In the blink of an eye, his hands were on me.

skimming the sides of my bare breasts. My eyes fluttered shut at his touch.

His rough, calloused hands made me shiver.

I felt hot and cold all at the same time, and when his thumb brushed against my nipples, I moaned out his name.

I opened my eyes and felt like I was going to melt into a puddle with the way he looked at me.

Completely exposed in front of not just a man but Bash, the one man who had claimed my heart so long ago with a puppy love crush.

I should have felt shy, maybe embarrassed, but I didn’t.

Not with the genuine lust and desire that swirled in his gaze.

His hands moved slowly down to my belly, his thumbs tracing my navel before moving to my hips. My stomach dipped with anticipation. He reached around to hold my cheeks before he lifted me up once again. And it felt right, even though he was still wearing all his clothes.

“I’m going to taste you now, baby,” he shared just as he laid me down on my bed.

I trembled and my knees shut. He noticed it right away, and I felt the blush that painted my cheeks.

Suddenly, I was worried about what I would taste like.

Do I smell? Will he like it? Will I look okay to him down there?

Almost like he could feel my nerves and read my mind, he put my anxiety to rest. Instead of diving right in, Bash lay in bed with me.

On his side, he leaned his powerful body, and his lips touched mine.

Sweetly. So slow it almost took my breath away.

We kissed for a long while. Seconds melted into minutes.

Before I knew it, his body was on top of mine, my legs around his waist. All I could feel, all I could taste, was Bash.

I loved the easy way he handled me. The way he knew what I needed without having to say a word.

I might have been at his mercy, but I wasn’t afraid.

There was no rushing him. It wasn’t until I was squirming under him that his lips moved from mine, down my chin and jawline and then neck

“Oh god!” I groaned.

“Not god, baby. Just your man,” he rumbled.

Just your man. His words floated in my head.

I could get dizzy off them. I loved how he said things like that.

It was probably dangerous for me to go falling like that, but I was going to trust the journey.

Taking a leap of faith on yourself, much less someone else, was never easy, but that’s exactly what I was going to do.

His lips kissed the swell of my breast, tongue licking the hickey.

“Going to leave more of these all over you,” he darkly promised.

His lips worked my body while his hands explored. Before I knew it, his mouth just above my pelvic bone, his body between my thighs. My knees bent, feet planted on the mattress.

“Look at you. Such a pretty girl for her man, aren’t you? So fucking wet and tight. Pink. Fuck, this is my new favorite color right here,” he growled. His fingers slid between my folds, and the touch made me buck off the bed.

“Bash! Fuck!” He leaned closer, close enough to feel his breath on my skin warm and slightly ticklish. He breathed in, and I fought the urge to shut my legs.

“Jesus, you smell amazing,” he rasped. “I could bottle this and become a billionaire. But I don’t share. I’m a greedy bastard like that,” he growled.

His lips touched the inside of my thighs.

First the right then the left. I trembled under his mouth, and then I felt it.

His wide tongue licking me up. Slowly at first, but before I knew it, I was sweating and bucking beneath his attention.

His finger slowly moved to my entrance. In and out with shallow touches.

Just enough to take the edge off, but I still needed more.

“Please,” I whimpered incoherently.

“Please what, pretty girl?” he growled before his tongue circled my clit.

“More, oh please, Bash, more,” I panted. “I feel empty. Fill me up.”

“Fuck. How can I say no when you beg me so beautifully?” he cursed.

A second finger joined in and pushed in a little deeper.

With that, I felt myself coming closer and closer to the edge.

“My girl wants more, doesn’t she?” he muttered against my pussy.

His tongue frantic between my folds as my back arched off the mattress.

“More.” My voice cracked, and he licked my clit rougher.

Over and over while his fingers worked me up, in and out as they stretched me. Not completely but enough. His mouth closed over my clit, the pressure just enough, and I shattered. Euphoric pleasure washed through me, and fireworks set off behind my eyes lids as I bucked beneath him.

Not that he let me go far.

His arm draped over me, holding me in place as he languidly licked me up. I lay boneless beneath him. Everything in my body felt heavy yet exhilarated at the same time. Sated but ready to go again.

“Look at me, Raven,” he ordered, and like his good girl, I did his bidding. “There you are.” His lips quirked up just as his hand caressed the side of my face. “You didn’t say pizza .”

“I didn’t need to,” I whispered. Bash’s gaze softened before he leaned down and kissed me.

Deep and wet, dominating. I could taste myself on his lips, and it didn’t turn me off.

Even though I felt like Jello, I wanted more.

Lifting my body on my elbows, straining to be closer, I was surprised when he pulled away.

Cool air hit my naked body as I watched him pull his shirt off in that complicated way men did before tossing it behind him.

“Bash—“ I didn’t get a chance to say another word.

He lay in bed, carefully pulling me against his body.

I curled up next to him, my arm draped over his waist and my face at his side.

“What about you?” I asked, glancing down at the hard bulge that strained against his pants.

My mouth watered for my own taste of him.

“Baby, that was for me.” I could hear a smile in his voice.

“But you didn’t… you know.” I glanced up at him. His hooded gaze on me moved. From my lips down my body. I shivered. My body warmed up at the way he was looking at me before he pulled the blanket over us.

“Falling asleep with the taste of you in my mouth and your sweet body tucked against me is definitely for me,” he murmured before kissing the top of my head, pulling me closer. “Rest. We have a busy weekend ahead of us,” he promised. My eyes grew heavy.

The anticipation of whether this would or wouldn’t happen and the sleepless nights of the week got to me, not to mention the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just given me. My eyes grew heavier with every beat of his heart I heard beneath my ear, and before I knew it, I was soundly asleep.