Page 13 of Grumpy Mountain Man
She settled her cue on the white ball and shot it in that direction. She missed, and not by just a little. The white ball bounced against the rail, then rushed back to the center of the table, gradually rolling to a stop.
“Crap,” she said. “I can’t believe I missed that one.”
Something told me she’d done it on purpose. Did she want to get naked? Or was she delaying what might happen next? Maybe she wanted to be the one to fulfill my wish.
I didn’t want it to turn out that way, though. I wanted to see those beautiful tits.
She settled the cue stick against the table again and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. I didn’t even bother looking away this time as she slid the straps down her arms and let the bra fall to the floor.
Holy fuck. Her breasts were perfect. She looked down, moving her arms around awkwardly in front of her as if she couldn’t quite figure out what to do with them.
She was self-conscious, maybe even shy. That made sense. I didn’t know how to communicate that she didn’t have to feel that way in front of me. Dakota was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. The most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, period.
Focusing on my next move was nearly impossible, though. Not with those large, pink-tipped breasts just feet from me. The image would be imprinted on my brain as long as I lived, assuming I didn’t get to look at her every day for the rest of my life.
I wanted to look at her every day for the rest of my life. I’d never been surer of anything. I didn’t care if she lived in Alaska or Hawaii or on Mars. I’d give up everything to be with her if I had to. But hopefully, she’d fall in love with me and Seduction Summit and want to spend the rest of her life here.
With the view in front of me, it was no wonder I flubbed my next shot, which effectively ended the game. All that was left were my briefs. We’d both taken off our socks and shoes in the early part of the game.
With a shrug, I returned the pool cue to its holder on the wall, turned, and grabbed my underwear, shoving them down. As I stepped out of them, I made eye contact with her and saw her face had turned that shade of pink it always did when she was embarrassed. She was blushing, and it was absolutely adorable.
“Your wish is my command,” I said. “What do you want me to do for you?”
Her gaze darted to my massive erection before returning to my face. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. She hadn’t expected me to be so big.
“Is this the first time you’ve seen a man naked?” I asked.
Was that too personal? Considering there was one tiny scrap of clothing between the two of us, that seemed a strange thing to wonder. But she was new to all this, and I wanted to be as mindful of that as possible.
“I’ve seen pictures,” she said. “Movies…you know, that sort of thing. Not that I watch a lot of porn or anything, but, you know, a girl gets curious.”
“You don’t have to worry about me judging you for that. It’s completely natural. So you’ve given yourself an orgasm?
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly before opening them to speak. “I tried. I failed.”
She averted her gaze again and lifted her arms to cover her breasts. She was embarrassed by what she’d just admitted, which was ridiculous. She had no idea her words didn’t make me think less of her. They basically issued a challenge to me.
She’d never had an orgasm. I was going to be the man who got her there first. I couldn’t wait.
“Do you want one?” I asked.
My heart threatened to pound its way out of my chest. What if she said no? She could throw on her clothes and run out of here. Well, I’d have to drive her back to the lodge, but I’d kick myself for the rest of my life for fucking this up if that happened.
“An orgasm?” I asked, realizing her silence might mean she didn’t fully understand the question.
“Yes. But what if I can’t? I mean, some women are completely incapable of having one, right?”
No woman I’d ever been with, but I certainly wasn’t going to say that to her. Sure, women faked it all the time, but I always made it my mission to make a woman come at least twice before I got off.
“Stay there,” I said, already walking around the pool table to her side.
Dakota lowered her arms, and I once again feasted my eyes on her chest. I couldn’t wait to taste those nipples and cup her breasts as I drove into her.
I stopped in front of her, running my thumb over her jawbone. Her eyes drifted closed as my fingers tangled in the hair at her nape. As she lifted her head, her lips parting, I knew she was waiting for me to kiss her.
Who was I to turn that down?
I stepped closer but didn’t take my hand off her neck as I lowered my mouth to hers. I let out a moan the second our lips touched. She tasted so good. The heat between us seemed to reach a boiling point as she wrapped her arms around my waist, her hands settling in the small of my back, and pressed those delicious breasts against me.
