Page 52 of Mountain Target

He’d never wanted anybody else in his space, and had always felt a sense of relief at knowing he could leave afterwards.

A part of him recognized everything was different tonight.

Valentina’s different.

He looked at her now, sprawled wantonly beneath him, her bright red hair fanned out against the white pillow, slowly and purposefully committing the image to memory. Fuck, he hadn’t even penetrated her yet, and already he knew this wasn’t an evening he would ever forget.

Valentina’s hands finally moved from the headboard, tangling in his hair as if to pull him closer, though if he moved any closer he’d be living inside her—and he redoubled his efforts, concentrating on that little nub of pleasure that seemed to drive her mad.

She came against his mouth in a sharp exhalation, her muscles contracting against his tongue, his cock weeping with how much it wanted to be inside her.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy, the pale column of her throat moving as she swallowed.

“God,” she finally said, opening her beautiful eyes.

She’d certainly made him feel like a god, but he resisted the temptation to say so. He brought his finger to his mouth, licking her juices from it.

“Hmm …”

“What are you doing?”

He’d thought it was obvious.

“You taste delicious.”

Her eyes clouded with surprise. “I … I don’t know what to say to that. Thank you, I guess?”

She was impossibly cute. It made it hard not to smile, and he couldn’t ever remember smiling during sex.

A day of firsts.

“Come here,” he said, inching up until he was lying on top of her, his arms keeping most of his weight off her. He didn’t want to crush her, just to enjoy how right it felt, to have her there. She felt her squirm beneath him.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I want you,” she admitted, her voice a whisper.

His cock couldn’t get any harder, but her words made it weep.

“I want you too,” he said. He moved off her reluctantly to open the night table drawer beside his bed. “Let me get a condom.”

“Please,” she breathed out. “I’m not on the pill.” Her grateful look undid him—she shouldn’t feel any gratitude towards him for doing the right thing.

He positioned the condom quickly, eager to get back to her side. Her thighs quivered.

“Open your legs,” he ordered, and watched them fall open at the knees. “And hold on to that headboard. You have no idea what it does to me to see you like this.”

Desire shone in her eyes as her hands immediately moved to follow his instructions.

This time, his cock did get harder.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

He confirmed her readiness with his thumb, finding her absolutely soaked, and lined his erection up with her core, penetrating her slowly, meaningfully. Inch by inch.

The pleasure was indescribable. She was hot and tight—so tight he had to look up at her face to confirm he wasn’t hurting her.

“You’re so tight, baby.”