Page 8 of My Wild Mountain Man (Summer in the Pines #15)

I pulled away, suddenly feeling a little bolder than I could have ever thought possible. When I took his hand in mine, Bash wordlessly let me lead him towards the hair washing station. I started the water, making sure it was just the right temperature before I made him sit down.

“Lean back,” I whispered even though it was just the two of us in the empty salon. He did as I asked.

With him in the low chair, we were almost at eye level.

He dipped his head back into the sink. I carefully sprayed him with the cool water and pumped shampoo into the palm of my hand.

The moment I started to run my fingers through his hair, working the shampoo through his thick, dark strands, he groaned.

The sound shot through me, making me break out into goose bumps.

I loved the sounds he made while he relaxed into my touch.

They were lethal, immediately ruining my panties.

I’d never been happier about wearing a low-cut top than in that moment.

He turned his dark eyes somehow darker, his pupils blown as his attention moved to my front.

I licked my lips and maybe pressed my body closer against his.

So close, I could feel the exhale of his breath on my flesh.

His breathing was slightly jagged as his head turned and one big hand, the closest to me, that had been on the armrest moved to my hip.

“You’re tall,” I said, breaking the silence. “A lot taller than my usual clients.” He grunted as I leaned forward to wash out the shampoo I had just so diligently worked in. I reached over, accidentally putting my breasts in his face, and the hand on my hip tightened.

“Let me help you,” he mumbled low, but in my heightened state, it felt like his deep voice vibrated against the walls of the salon. I had no idea how he did it, but suddenly, my feet were no longer on the ground. His hands swept me up by my hips and settled me on his lap.

“Bash,” I whispered, setting a hand on the middle of his chest as I looked around then at the precarious position I was in. Somehow, he had not only set me on his lap but had me straddling him, with my thighs just outside of his.

“Conditioner,” he reminded me, his eyes pinned on mine.

“Conditioner,” I whispered back.

I glanced behind me, but even if someone was walking past the salon, there was no way they could see what was happening in the washing station. I leaned forward and continued rubbing his wet hair without my gaze wavering from his. The air around us thickened.

The moment was electric. Intimate.

My hips rolled on their own, grinding against his very impressive length, but he didn’t complain. His eyes just heated up more. Sweat started to form on the back of my neck.

“If I knew this is how you washed hair here, I’d be here daily.” I giggled at his words despite the roughness in his tone.

“You never know when you’ll get special treatment around here.” I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as he rolled his own hips, moving up against me. He might have been under me, but there was no denying who had the power between the two of us.

“Hmm.” His nose flared. “I better be the only one that gets this kind of treatment.” I shrugged because there was no way I’d even think twice about straddling someone, much less grinding against their length like I was with him.

Not that I was ready to admit that. I had a feeling if I did, he’d lose his nerve and run out of here.

“Fuck.” His gaze dropped to my chest. My nipples were more than aware of his eyes and straining, tight and achy for his attention.

“Look at you,” he rasped. “Take out your tits for me, Raven. Let me see you. Let me taste you.” I trembled as I pulled back.

My wet hands moved to the neckline of my dress and pulled it down, dragging the cups of my bra down as well, exposing myself to him, making Bash the first to see me topless.

His eyes hooded, and before I knew it, the hands that had been on my hips moved to my back, pulling me closer.

“Fuck! Look at you.” His voice dropped a couple of octaves. His nose brushed against my nipple, and he breathed in and growled. The sound made me throb. “You smell sweet. I bet you taste sweeter.”

“Bash.”

“I know, baby girl. I know what you want.” I felt hot and cold all at the same time.

It might only have been a couple of seconds, but it felt like forever.

“Jesus. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven, you’re so fucking beautiful.

” His praise went to my head faster than bubbles in champagne.

“Pretty little chocolate chips for me.” His big hands moved and cupped my breasts, brushing his thumbs against the turgid peaks.

A soft moan escaped from me. His hands, calloused and rough, felt so good on my overheated skin.

“Look at you. So fucking pretty. So damn good, I don’t know where to start. ”

“Please, Bash,” I whined, needing more. What exactly I was asking for, I wasn’t sure. I was new to everything, but I needed it. Needed more.

“I know, baby.” He kissed the top of my left breast before moving to the top of the right one. “So soft. Sweet. Mine,” he rumbled. I knew they were only words said in the heat of the moment, but I knew those words would be swimming in my head for the rest of my life. Mine.

His kisses deepened. Pulling my skin deeper into his mouth rougher, making me want him to take more.

His teeth scraped, and before I could say a word, his lips were wrapped around my nipple.

My brain went blank. The sensations of his mouth sucking and pulling were too much for me to string any kind of coherent words together.

My hands moved to his face, holding him in place, afraid he’d stop.

But he didn’t. Deep guttural sounds vibrated against my flesh as he moved from one side to the other.

Every pull of his mouth felt like a string connected to the pulsing ache between my legs, building the need higher and higher.

“Bash. Oh god, Bash!” I panted. His hand slipped between us and into the waistband of my pants and stopped. His eyes locked with mine.

“Tell me to stop, Rave. If you don’t want me to touch you, you need to say something right now.” He breathed heavily against the center of my chest.

“Please.”

“Please what, pretty girl?” His Adam’s apple caught my attention. The way it rose and fell. I wanted to lick him so badly.

“Please touch me.” The moment I said those words, his hand slid down into my pants and underwear.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his hooded gaze firmly locked with mine. “You’re so fucking wet.” He licked his lips. “Has anyone every touched you, Rave?” I shook my head because I felt like I was going to shatter in the blink of an eye. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

“Jesus. Untouched. Unkissed. All these firsts you’re giving me, baby girl. I don’t deserve them, but fuck if I’m going to turn them down.”

“Oh,” I gasped as the pad of his middle finger brushed against my swollen clit.

“Look how fucking needy my pretty girl is. Jesus. Fucking soaked.”

“Bash,” I whispered, my breath jagged. It felt like my lungs were going to seize up if he didn’t get to it.

“I got you,” he growled a moment before his lips connected with mine and the world literally disappeared.

His fingers slid between my folds, touching the very spot, the bundle of nerves that was swollen and greedy.

My hips bucked against the palm of his hand and my lips parted for him to deepen the kiss.

He’d ruined me with a kiss, and now, now there needed to be a better word for ruin, because that’s what I was.

So far gone for this man, this beautiful man I had a feeling would always own me, body and soul.

He was fingering me, and I knew that getting him out of my system wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought.

“Bash! Oh god, Bash!”

“Good girl. Look at you, so fucking greedy and wet for your man. Fuck!” His lips moved from mine and down to the column of my neck while his fingers teased me, driving the anticipation so much higher. I moaned a soft little sound that switched something. His movements became harder, rougher.

“That’s my girl. All mine. Fucking hell, baby, this little kitty’s fucking cherry tight,” he rasped.

Sweat shined on his forehead. The tip of his middle finger skimmed my entrance, and I gasped.

My fingers dug deeper into his shoulders.

“That’s my girl. Give it to me, Raven.” He slid his finger inside of me, stretching me, filling me so beautifully I had no idea how he did it, but I was on the cusp of coming so much faster and harder than I ever got myself off.

His attention was gentle but dominating. Tender but powerful. My thighs began to shake as pleasure started to tighten and coil in my belly. My eyes fluttered shut, and with his free hand, he cupped my chin.

“Open those eyes. Look at me when you get off, baby girl. I need you to know exactly who is making you feel like this.” I forced my eyes to open and look at him.

He looked so damn handsome and fierce. His attention was intense and solely on me. I knew an asteroid could fall from the sky a couple of feet from us, and he wouldn’t look away.

“Good girl.” His praise made me wetter. “Look at me, baby. Just like that. You’re fucking perfect, feel so damn good. Pussy’s getting even tighter.”

“Bash.” My lips parted, and my head tilted back just a smidge, but I kept my eyes on him. My wild mountain man’s talented fingers were working me up, making a come-hither motion inside of me.

“Keep going. You’re close,” he noted, his nose flaring, and I trembled. “Show me how you’re going to milk my dick when I get inside that tight little kitty. Show me how you come on your man’s fingers.”

“Bash! Oh god.” And that’s when I exploded.