Defending Zara (Mountain Mercenaries #6)(77)

Putting her hand in his, Zara let Meat guide her onto the mattress. But instead of laying her down and crawling on top of her, he pulled her astride him. Even though she had on underwear, the intimate position made her feel naked.

She knew if she looked down, she’d see a wet spot on the light-gray panties she was wearing.

She didn’t want to be embarrassed, yet she still was. Zara was sitting on Meat’s stomach, and his hands were resting on her thighs. The heat coming off his palms almost burned her skin.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Zara lifted her gaze and bravely met his own.

“You’re beautiful. Every inch. And like I said earlier, I’m a lucky son of a bitch to have you choose to be with me. Whatever happens between us here in our bed is natural and right. You humble me, Zara. You make me want to be a better man. And just to throw it out there . . . I’m nervous as hell.”

That surprised her. “You are?”

“Absolutely. I’m not a small man, as you saw. This is your first time. I would rather cut off my right arm than do anything to hurt you. But I know that no matter how gentle I am, no matter how aroused you are, this is probably going to hurt.”

Zara knew the basics of sex. She was a virgin, but not all that innocent. And strangely enough, knowing that Meat was nervous made her feel a lot better. “Women’s bodies are meant to stretch,” she said, trying to control her blush. “I’ve seen that for myself firsthand when I helped birth babies. I trust you, Meat.”

He closed his eyes for a second, and when they opened again, Zara could tell he was back to his usual confident self. It was hot as hell and made her squirm on his stomach.

“Come here,” he ordered, lifting a hand to the back of her neck and pulling her down to him.

How much time they spent kissing, Zara didn’t know, but without her even realizing it, she found herself on her back as Meat slowly made his way down her body. He kissed and caressed every inch of her skin, making goose bumps rise in his wake. He knew it, if the grin on his face was anything to go by, but he didn’t comment, simply continued making his way between her legs.

He finally settled there, lying on his stomach, his face right above her pussy.

He inhaled deeply and nuzzled the wet cotton as he licked his lips. Zara hadn’t thought much about oral sex. She’d seen men getting blow jobs, but hadn’t really thought about how it worked in reverse. But with Meat practically salivating above her, she couldn’t think of anything but how it might feel to have him touch her there.

“May I?” he asked as his finger traced the edge of her panties along her inner thigh.

Zara nodded, not sure how this was going to work, as her legs were splayed around his body.

But Meat easily solved the problem of how he was going to get her underwear off.

He leaned over to the drawer in the bedside table, the same one the box of condoms had been in, and pulled out a knife. He flicked it open with one hand and brought the sharp tip to the material at her waist.

She didn’t even flinch. Zara knew Meat wouldn’t hurt her.

Between one breath and the next, he’d sliced through the cotton on both sides, and the knife made a clattering sound as it landed back on the table.

Zara felt the cooler air of the room waft over her soaked pussy before Meat was once more hovering over her. He inhaled deeply again, and Zara closed her eyes, not sure she wanted to watch what he was doing.

She felt one of his large, calloused fingers slide along her seam, and she groaned at even that light touch. She wanted to open her legs wider at the same time she wanted to slam them closed.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than her . . . and then Zara felt his tongue replace his finger.

She jolted at the first touch, then moaned. It felt good. Not overwhelmingly, just . . . nice.

He continued to lazily lick at her folds, and Zara got brave enough to open her eyes and look down her body at the man lying between her legs. He was looking right back at her as he licked her lightly over and over. As if he’d been merely waiting for her to open her eyes.

The second her gaze met his, he very slowly used one finger to penetrate her.

Zara inhaled but didn’t take her eyes from his. It was intense, staring at each other while he did such intimate things to her, but it also felt right.

Then, as she continued to watch, he scooted up a bit and licked her clit.

She jolted in surprise. While what he’d done before felt good, that was unbelievable!

He grinned and licked her again.

Zara moaned loudly. God, she’d had no idea this would feel so wonderful.

As she watched, his eyes shut, and he closed his lips around her clit and got serious about pleasuring her.

Zara whimpered and thrashed in his grasp as he licked, sucked, and nipped at the extremely sensitive bundle of nerves. All the while, his finger lazily pumped in and out of her. At some point, he added a second finger, but she was too lost in the way he was manipulating her clit to even think about anything else.

She loved what he was doing, but it wasn’t quite enough to push her over the edge. Zara writhed in frustration, not sure how to tell him what she wanted. What she needed.

But he seemed to know. His head lifted, and she almost cried at the loss of stimulation, but before she could say anything, he began to strum her clit with two fingers. He now had three fingers pushing in and out of her sheath, while he rubbed hard and fast over the most sensitive part of her body with his other hand.