Page 6 of Picked By the Mountain Man (Fall for a Mountain Man #6)
Keaton
Becca looks at me innocently with concern as if she has no idea how hard she’s making me. I was fucking glad my body was turned away from her when she walked in wearing my clothes because my dick came to full attention from the half chub I was sporting thinking about her in my shower.
There was no hiding the fact she was braless, even though she tried. The sight of her beaded nipples just begging to be touched and sucked had my mouth watering.
Now she’s moaning over the food I made after I felt her eyes on me the entire time I was making it. The sound has my blood racing. Not to mention the blissed out look on her face after she took a bite. I can only imagine how it would intensify as I slide my cock into her wet heat.
My gaze zeros in on a bit of sauce at the corner of her mouth. “You’ve got a little something here.”
I reach my thumb out to swipe it off as her tongue pokes out to get it. I still at the contact, while she pulls the digit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. My balls tighten at the action as a growl escapes the back of my throat.
Her eyes widen as I pull my thumb away and replace it with my lips. I inhale the scent of my soap on her and fucking love it. Her supple lips open for me, and I immediately accept the invitation. No need to engrave that fucker for me.
The world ceases to exist as I take my time exploring her. She’s soft to my hard, molding pliantly to me, but she gives as good as she gets. Meeting my hunger with one of her own. Her responsiveness and whimpers have me on a razor-sharp edge, ready to go over with the touch of a feather.
Just before I teeter past the point of no return, from a few steamy kisses no less, my phone buzzes on the counter, breaking through the haze of lust surrounding us.
Our lips tear apart. The dazed expression on Becca’s flushed face, I’m sure, is a match to my own, but damn if I don’t love seeing hers.
“Damn darlin’, that’s the closest I’ve ever come to blowing a load from a kiss alone.” I swipe my thumb across her lips as she inhales sharply and her glassy eyes flutter at the contact. Fuck, she’s so damn responsive.
Getting her into my bed is now my top priority, even over getting her to sell to me. The need to feel her come apart in my arms is a compulsion I’m not going to be able to deny. A few rounds to get her out of my system should be good, then I can go back to the original plan.
Tipping my head toward her plate, I wink at her. “Eat up before it gets cold.”
Her cheeks get redder if possible, but she picks up her fork and scoops in a mouthful.
Checking my phone, my eyes roll at the spam text before I shovel food into my mouth to keep from saying things I shouldn’t. Things like she belongs in my bed, that I want to fucking devour her like she’s devouring her dinner, and demanding she stay with me.
As reactive as she was to that kiss, I doubt she would kowtow to those kinds of demands. She’s already proven how feisty she is and willing to stand up for herself the day she moved in and we had words. No, I’ll have to ease her into it.
When we finish eating, I drive her over to her place in my side-by-side. Before we leave, I give her a pair of my slippers and a flannel to wear, and damn it if she isn’t more adorable bundled up, looking cozy in my much too large gear.
When I pull up to the old farmhouse, I see red as my eyes narrow on the dilapidated building. It looks like a stiff wind would blow it over, and there’s plastic where windows should be. I can’t believe she’s been staying in this place, and with no water to boot.
“You can’t stay here,” I blurt, completely forgetting my plan to ease her into things.
“I already am. Besides, it’s not like I have much choice.” She clenches her jaw.
I shake my head. “Now you do. Get your things, you can come stay at my place.”
Her arms cross over her chest. “I’ve been just fine here. Just because you kiss like a god doesn’t mean you can boss me around.”
My eyes fall closed as I inhale a deep breath, needing to get my shit under control, but also taking no small satisfaction in the fact she thinks I kiss like a god.
“Look, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just upset at finding out the conditions you’ve been staying in are even worse than I thought.
I’m sorry. Will you please come stay with me where it’s warm and you can have all the water you want?
You can have your own space in the guest room.
Tomorrow we can come over and look at the water situation and see what I can do to make this place more habitable. Please?”
Her lips press together as I give her my best puppy-dog eyes in an attempt to sway her.
She finally nods, and my shoulders sag with relief.
“Thank you. Now let’s get you packed up.”