Hiding with the Mountain Man (Rosewood Ridge Fire #5)

Chapter 5

5

WYATT

H ow long did I stand there, staring at Mina? She was topless in front of me, but the words she’d said had me shouting to stop. Turn back. Run away from this.

I’d sworn I wasn’t going to get involved with a woman until the kids were older. Sleeping with a virgin would make it hard to walk away.

Who was I kidding? I didn’t want to walk away. Any plans I had were now out the window. I had to find a way to make this woman fit into my life. She was meant to be in my life. I’d never been surer of anything.

“How is that possible?” I finally managed to ask. “You write romance novels. You’re gorgeous. I don’t understand.”

I was probably saying all the wrong things, but the thoughts were jumping from my brain past my lips. There didn’t seem to be a way to hold them back.

“I have a good imagination.” She shrugged. “But all of my steamy scene research comes from other romance novels. I’ve described what I’m feeling right now many times without ever experiencing it in real life.”

“And what are you feeling right now?”

I was pushing it, and I knew it. But it was taking everything I had not to reach out, grab her, and pull her into my arms. We still had too much distance between us for that, but I could remedy that problem with a couple of steps.

“Warm all over, especially on my face,” she said. “And there’s an ache between my legs. It’s almost a stinging feeling, but it feels good too. Tingly.”

“Wet?” I asked.

She nodded. “Wet.”

Oh God, I shouldn’t have gotten her to say that word. Knowing she was wet for me was almost my undoing.

She looked down and moved her hands to the button of the firemen’s trousers. She unfastened them and lowered the zipper as I watched, speechless.

“You said a woman should be fully naked, even if the man isn’t,” she said, maybe seeing the surprise in my expression.

With one swift move, she pulled both her jeans and her panties down, kicking off her tennis shoes so she could step out of everything. And then she stood in front of me, fully naked. Still, I managed to hold back from moving toward her.

“Can I see it?” Mina asked, lowering her gaze to my crotch.

That would have been the last thing I would have expected her to say. “You can do anything you want, hon. But I’d love to kiss you first.”

And that was the God’s-honest truth. All I was thinking about right now was pressing that gorgeous body against mine and kissing her like my life depended on it.

She smiled and nodded once, then closed the remaining distance between us. Our mouths came together in a kiss that was clearly the result of a good two hours of pent-up desire, starting with the second I walked into that classroom.

As she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, my hands found the small of her back, savoring the feel of her smooth, soft skin. Everything about her was just perfect.

When she pulled back and broke the kiss, the look on her face was everything I might have dreamed. She clearly wanted me, and the fire in her eyes showed it. But her gaze gradually lowered to my pants, and she reached for them.

As she worked the button and the zipper, I realized the flaw in this arrangement. She’d insisted on me keeping the suspenders, but that was now a problem.

“The suspenders won’t let you get too far,” I said.

She shrugged. “So take them off.”

I still wore the helmet, but the suspenders went down my arms within seconds. And then she was on her knees, pulling my pants down and staring in awe as my cock sprang free.

She looked up at me, those big, innocent eyes capturing my heart. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

And then she proceeded to wrap her lips around me and go deep. She ran her hand up my thigh, then raked her fingers lightly over my balls. A groan escaped.

“I can’t believe you’ve never done this before,” I said as she seductively moved her mouth along my shaft.

She took me in, went all the way out, then took me in again, her hand wrapping around the base to make up for the part of me she couldn’t work in. She was an author. She’d written about this no telling how many times. Maybe she’d even researched it to know exactly how to describe her characters giving a blow job. That might make her better than most people who’d learned by experience.

“Okay,” I said after several glorious minutes. “That’s about all I can take.”

She didn’t seem confused by the fact that I was stopping her. In fact, she had a seductive smile as she released me and stood, allowing me once again to take in the full length of her body.

“Lay down there,” I said, gesturing toward the long wooden bench that I assumed had been put in to help us with changing. I’d never used it.

Mina obediently did as I said, lowering her body onto the bench and gripping it above her head with both hands. Her legs were together, though. That would have to change.

“Scoot down a little,” I said.

I needed her closer to the edge so I could kneel. She seemed to get what I meant. She sat up and inched downward until her butt was as close to the edge of the bench as she could get. I could tell my pants were going to get in the way, so I stripped those off, including my shoes and socks.

That left me naked too. I just hoped nobody showed up. This might be a fireable offense. But I didn’t give a damn.

I knelt, but I didn’t move my mouth toward her just yet. First, I slid my finger inside her pussy and watched her head tilt back and her eyes close. She let out a gasp and arched her back.

Oh yeah. She liked that.

But that had nothing on her response to my tongue touching her clit for the first time. She let out an “Oh” so loud, it could probably be heard for miles. It definitely echoed throughout the fire hall.

After that, her noises quieted a little, like she realized we could get caught here. She let out mostly pants and gasps as I tried various patterns, running my tongue over her as I slid my finger in and out of that tight, wet pussy.

“Oh my God,” she finally whispered. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

There was no doubt in my mind it was her first orgasm by that series of exclamations. I would have assumed she’d gotten worked up writing her steamy scenes and found a way to get off, but maybe not. Maybe she’d been saving herself for this very moment. Maybe somehow, deep inside, she knew that the best orgasms of her life would happen soon.

Finally, the arched part of her back lowered and I knew she was done. I looked around, verifying we were still alone—we were—and then stood. This time, when I scanned the room, it was to scout a place to take this to the next step.

But she seemed to have other ideas.

In one motion, she sat up and had her hand around my erection, stroking it as she looked up at me with a devilish grin. “I can make you come this way.”

She wrapped her lips around me again, taking me in deep. It was tempting to let her continue. It felt so damn good. We could get around to taking her virginity later, maybe in a bed with candles all around. I could make it really romantic.

But no, she wanted this here. Now. I stepped back, pulling myself out of her mouth, and reached out a hand.

“Follow me,” I said.