To Claim the Mountain Man

Chapter 15

ISLA

I wasn't so much of a prude that I hadn't been kissed before.

There were two boys at college who took me on a handful of dates. One pecked me on the lips when he dropped me off at my door, then he started dating another girl in our Shakespeare class. The other tried to make out with me in the back of a taxicab on our way home from a movie, and I deleted his number shortly after. Then, I kissed Mr. Dark-Haired-Dimples at Rex's just a few nights ago.

But I'd never been kissed like this.

His mouth glided over my own, testing the limits. Heath cradled my head between his palms, holding me firm. Steadying me as my pulse rocketed, adrenaline pumping through my veins like a drug. Or maybe that was simply the effects of him.

I could tell he was holding back. He let me set the pace, but I wanted more.

Too frightened to voice my desires out loud, I slid my tongue over the seam of his lips, just like I'd seen actresses do in movies. His mouth parted immediately, inviting me in.

What began as a slow, sensual caress of my lips morphed into something else entirely. He slid one of his hands to the back of my head, fisting my hair and tipping my head back to ease his access. And, with every second that passed, the kiss heightened.

I didn't realize how badly I needed to feel his mouth pressed against mine. His tongue slipping inside, flirting with my own. He took my mouth aggressively, with an expertise that simultaneously frightened and exhilarated me.

Much to my horror, a throaty moan slipped from my lips as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. But Heath didn't seem to mind. He continued at an erotic, punishing pace, utterly dominating me.

"Christ," he hissed, pulling back just enough to speak. "You taste sweet." His teeth dragged over my bottom lip, and his beard scratched at my chin. "I need to know how the rest of you tastes."

His words stirred something at my epicenter. I never thought I'd want someone's mouth to go down there, but now I couldn't stop imagining his head buried between my thighs. Liquid fire pooled exactly where he wanted to taste me.

With my knees still tucked beneath me, I could press my thighs together to satiate the growing arousal pulsing at my sex.He must've noticed the subtle movement, though, because one of his hands dropped to my bare legs, and his fingers slid between them.

"Spread for me, sweetheart," he instructed, nudging my thighs until a gap formed between them again.

I took a shuddering breath and obeyed, parting for him. With his thumb stroking the inside of my thigh, I felt especially vulnerable. My denim shorts still protected my modesty, but I could feel my panties growing wetter by the second.

"Have you orgasmed before?" The question came out as a growl.

The answer caught in my throat. This was something I'd never spoken to anyone about, not even Sky and Eliana. I couldn't decide which answer would be more embarrassing to speak out loud.Yes or no.

Sensing my hesitation, Heath drew back. Hard gray eyes stripped me bare in the darkness. "The truth, Isla," he warned. "You promised me the truth. Have you orgasmed?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and my answer came as a whisper. "Yes."

"By yourself?"

This time, I nodded, unable to verbally admit to masturbating. It felt so dirty, even though I knew most people did it.

"Tell me about it," he demanded, shameless. "I want to hear how you made yourself come. I want to know what you were thinking about as you touched your pussy."