Page 30 of Playing With The Mountain Man

“Now you’ve got me here, what are you going to do with me?” Tillie asked as she chewed on her fingernail.

I smirked. I had so many things I wanted to do to and for this woman that I was sure she’d freak out if she heard the list. Everything from kissing her plump lips to sliding a diamond ring on her finger. But she wasn’t ready to hear it. We’d get there. I had no doubt. But today wasn’t the day to spook her.

“Well, first, I’m gonna get you nice and naked. Then wet. So, so wet. Dripping even. Then, when you’re completely sated and satisfied, I’m going to feed you,” I told her, amused by my own creativity.

Tillie’s mouth gaped, and her pupils dilated. Good to know she wasn’t completely against the idea.

Leaving her shell-shocked, I unsnapped my seatbelt and kicked open my door. “Stay there,” I instructed before coming around the truck and helping her out.

I led her inside, toeing off my shoes. Tillie’s hand in mine tightened. I spun around and pinned her to the front door before capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. By the time I pulled back, we were both breathless, and my dick was weeping in my jeans. I ran my nose down her throat, breathing her in. Her scent was addictive. Coffee, vanilla, and Tillie.

“That was …” Tillie started, pressing her finger to her kiss-swollen lips.

I stepped back, ignoring the protest of my cock, and laced my fingers with hers. I promised to get her naked and wet, and I was a man of my word.

I led her through the house and into the master suite. I heard the hitch of her breath as we passed by my bed. Yesterday, when she’d been here, we hadn’t made it to the bedroom, but if I had my way we’d be spending a whole lot of time getting to know each other, tangled in my sheets, and soon.

“What …” Tillie’s question died on her lips when I stepped into my bathroom.

It was over the top and probably overkill, but it was perfect. The double shower hadn’t been used to its full potential yet, but I was nothing if not prepared. There were his-and-hers sinks with plenty of counter space for storing shit or for other, more enjoyable activities. But the bathtub was the hero of the whole room. Big enough for two, with spa jets, perched right below the window, looking out across the mountains. At night, I could lie there, staring out at the stars, feeling like I was the only person in the world.

I dropped my hold on Tillie’s hand and reached down to turn on the taps. After checking that it was at the right temperature, I added a dollop of those overpriced bath salts I’d bought and couldn’t get enough of. I don’t know if they contained some kind of voodoo magic that soothed my muscles and relaxed my mind, or if it was just the calming scent that eased my worries. Either way, I’d gone back the next day and bought three more bags.

I turned to face Tillie, who watched me with curious eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asked when I reached for her blouse, popping the buttons.

As I exposed her simple white bra, I bit on the inside of my cheek. Tillie was all woman. And a real woman too. Her tits were real, and I was obsessed with them. I couldn’t help it. As I threaded the last button through the hole, I nudged the shirt from her shoulders, my breath hitching as it hit the tiles.

“These are a fucking work of art,” I told her, cupping her tits through her bra.

“They’re too big,” Tillie muttered, closing her eyes and turning away.

I wasn’t having that shit. My woman was beautiful, and I was going to spend every day telling her how fucking stunning I thought she was until she believed me.

I squeezed them, not bothering to hold back the groan that was torn from the back of my throat. “They’re the perfect size,” I told her. “A perfect handful.”

“Mmmhmm,” she murmured.

I reached around her and unsnapped her bra, and her eyes pinged open.

“You’re awfully good at that,” she commented. “Had much practice?”

Her comment was meant to sound casual, but I knew there was more behind it. Instead of answering, I pushed the straps down her arms and watched it join her shirt on the floor.

My gaze was fixed on her rosy-colored nipples, hard peaks pointing straight at me.

It took everything I had to concentrate on getting my girl naked. I undid the button on her pants and slid down the zipper. Her pants fell easily, but when Tillie’s hands tried to cover her stomach I batted them away.

“Cody,” she pleaded, trying to cover herself again.

I pressed my forehead against hers.

“Don’t hide from me, Tillie,” I practically begged.

“I’m not … I don’t have …”

“You’re everything I want,” I assured her, my voice thick and my restraint on the verge of snapping.