Delivering His Gifts (Mountain Men of Liberty #10)- K.C. Crowne Page 0,13

to follow her. Hell, I’d follow her off a cliff if I wasn’t careful - I’d be too busy watching her hips and ass that I’d walk right off.

I pictured what she would look like naked, and damn, that got me close. I had to slow down on the stroking as I undressed her in my mind, wanting to savor every moment.

Her breasts fell free from their bra, and they fit into my large hands, nearly overflowing them. Her nipples were pink and hard. I gently teased them, bringing a gasp from her sweet lips. And I knew, if I ever had her like that, I would drop to my knees and bury my face between those thick thighs of hers. She had to taste as good as she looked.

A soft groan escaped my lips as I pictured bringing her to orgasm again and against, sucking on her clit and fucking her with my tongue.

I nearly lost it just thinking about tasting her, but even in my fantasy, I knew I needed to be inside her. My throbbing member ached as I pictured placing her up on her countertop and burying myself deep inside her core.

It’s a good thing it wasn’t reality, because in that moment, imagining her wetness encasing me, I lost all control. Warm cum exploded out of the head of my cock, and my knees momentarily went weak. I leaned against the back of the shower, my pulsating rod in my hand as I pictured emptying myself inside Danielle.

Damn. Even for a fantasy, that might have been the best sex I’d ever had. After a few moments, I steadied myself and came back to reality, rinsing myself off with the warm water and some soap.

If masturbating to her got me off so fast, I’d hate to imagine what would happen if we were really together. I thought I had some stamina, but damn, she was enough to test my limits.

I turned off the shower and dried off, trying to push any thought of Danielle out of my mind. I didn’t know the first thing about her, whether she was married or not. She also didn’t seem like the type to sleep with a client, not after the whole I’m not a prostitute talk, so even if she was single, that complicated things. Besides, I wasn’t ready to move on… Even if she was available, I wasn’t a worthy partner for her. I couldn’t properly care for her and her daughter. I could hardly care for— I stopped myself before I headed down that dark path.

Nah, I needed to forget about Danielle. At least stop thinking of how hot she was.

I stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel at my waist. My phone was sitting by the bed, and I picked it up as I sat down.

A new message from an unknown number. I opened it and found a message from Danielle.

Hi Mason, it’s Danielle. Sorry to bother you, but I think I’ve found the perfect dog.

My heart skipped a beat as I noticed the photo she’d attached. My eyes went directly to her smile and those sparkling eyes. It took me a moment to realize that she wasn’t meant to be the subject of the photo.

A large dog. One of the dogs at her house. Beautiful grey fur and large, sweet eyes. He was sitting with his head on her lap. A dirty thought tugged at the back of my mind - lucky dog - but I pushed it aside.

Another message popped up as I was busy staring at Danielle.

Sorry, if the photo has more of me than the dog. I had Skyler take it. But I wanted to show you how sweet he is. He’s such a snuggler and knows when I’m feeling sad or anxious, and he’s always there to offer comfort when I need him to. I think he’d be perfect for your friend.

Again, the intended message was missed. All I could think about was that she was feeling sad or anxious after I left? Why? Had I done something wrong? Was it the phone call that caused her tension? Whatever it was, I wanted to fix it for her.

My hands hovered over the keys on my phone. I had no idea what to say to her that wouldn’t make her more concerned about my motives. She was willing to give up her dog - a dog that lived with her and her daughter - to help a man she didn’t even