Love in Oregon (American Boyfriend Book 6)

by Chance Carter

  “I just know the wildlife and a bit about the trees and geology, but only as it relates to the animals. I know nowhere near as much about these mountains as you do. Your instinct to travel through them is remarkable. Really. I wish that I had that sort of inner compass.”

  “Well then, let’s just agree that we’re both impressed by each other’s knowledge and our ability to use it in a tough situation.”

  “Okay. I agree.”

  Mitch and I both look back at the roaring fire. He did a fantastic job building it. Another thing about him that’s utterly impressive. He knows how to survive in the wilderness.

  “How are you doing?” Mitch says, turning back to me.

  “I’m still a little chilly, actually. That wind really cut through to my bones.”

  He takes hold of my hand and leads me down off the chair to the ground with him.

  “I thought you said a beautiful woman like myself shouldn’t be sitting on the ground. Does this mean you don’t actually think I’m beautiful.”

  “Oh stop that nonsense. I’ve thought you were beautiful from that first time you came into the station all those years ago. Don’t act like you had no clue. Now get down here.”

  I slide down to the ground, next to Mitch, bringing the blanket down with me, keeping it wrapped around my body.

  “Now, one thing I’ve learned is that to get warm, you need to take those outer layers off,” Mitch says.

  He pulls away the blanket and unzips my jacket, very slowly. His hands trace along the shape of my chest. He pulls off my hat and removes my scarf. I kick off my boots.

  “The next thing is, you have to get close to another body, to keep the heat between you, and you can’t hog the blanket. Your best chance is to have it wrapped around both of you, to keep in all that extra warmth.”

  Of course, as a scientist, I know all this, but I play along, mesmerized by this gorgeous man sitting next to me. I can’t say the last time I’ve been so close to a man, and truth be told, I’m not going to fight the moment. This is about as close to my fantasy as I could dream of getting. The only thing missing is a couple of books, but I’m not complaining.

  Did Mitch really just say I was beautiful? Did he really think it the first time he met me?

  Am I really just that oblivious?

  Am I that wrapped up in my own little bubble that I hadn’t noticed?

  The thing is, from that day I first saw him, I felt something for him too. It’s just, I’m way too awkward to ever find a way of showing it.

  I recall my fantasy of being with a sweet, kind man cuddled up next to me. A man to have his arm around my shoulders, a blanket sprawled across our laps. Me reading a book on big mountain cats, and him reading a book of his own.

  I realize the man I always pictured there next to me was Mitch.

  Has he really been attracted to me all these years?

  While I’ve been lonely, thinking there’s no one out there for me, was Mitch secretly feeling the same way?

  He puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling the blanket up over us as we sit close together with our backs against the chair.

  My instinct is to pull away, to fight it, to avoid any contact. I’m shy. I’m scared. But I want this. So, I give in and snuggle under Mitch’s arm, resting my head on his chest. Mitch leans his head down toward mine and kisses the top of the head as he pulls me in tighter.

  My body tenses up.

  I’m nervous.

  I don’t know how to react, but then I calm myself and enjoy the moment. I’m with Mitch. He protected me from the cold, the elements. He’s taking care of me. This sweet, amazing man is looking after me and all I have to do is let him.

  I’m safe.

  I’m comfortable.

  Mitch starts caressing my shoulder and it relaxes me further. I accept this moment and I let it happen. His hand moves down my arm, stroking it softly. I’m warm in his arms. He brings his hand down to my waist and holds me closer yet. As he pulls me in tighter, my neck relaxes and my head tilts back, my face now looking up at his.

  Our eyes meet.

  He has such warm, caring, inviting eyes. I trust him wholly and completely. I’ve known him for so long and I can tell, now, just by looking in his eyes, that he really cares for me. He’s not trying to pull any tricks. He simply cares for me.

  The way he looks into my eyes, I wonder what little things he’s noticing. What is he seeing in my eyes? Just as I start to get trapped in my own thoughts again, Mitch leans in and kisses me. He kisses me the way a man should kiss a woman he cares about. Not some weak peck on the lips to test my reaction, but a real, warm, firm kiss. The kind that parts your lips so slightly. The kind that feels like it could go on for an eternity. The kind that sends electricity and heat all through my body.

  This is the answer I’ve been searching for all this time. All the research, all the wandering alone in the forest, I’ve been searching for love.

  When Mitch looks into my eyes, he sees that I care for him too.

  He sees that he’s the one I think about when I’m alone at night. He sees that I trust him, that I want him, and that truly, I’m his. I’ve always been his.

  He’s the one who’s been drawing me back here year after year.

  He’s the creature I’ve been trying to get close to, even if I never knew it.

  He pulls back, breaking our kiss, my body tightly wrapped in his powerful arms.

  We look deep into each others’ eyes. He pulls my hair out of its tight bun and my thick strands fall down around my shoulders. He runs his fingers through my hair, starting right next to my face, and gently caressing right through to the ends of my strands, eventually sliding his fingers down my neck. I blush, thinking of how close he is.

  He begins to run his fingers through my hair again, but stops himself, instead holding my face. He lifts my head to his so he can kiss me that same way once more.

  I feel myself getting aroused, my body reacting the his seductive touch. I’m getting hot and wet and begin to open my legs instinctively.

  Just a kiss.

  Just one kiss is all it’s taken to turn me in to a puddle of desire. I’m completely his, putty in his hands. I want him to take me and make me his woman forever.

  We’re so connected, so in tune, all that remains is for us to merge our bodies into one.

  He pulls back from the kiss and reads my eyes again. I must be so transparent. Without looking away from me, he takes the blanket and lays it out on the ground in front of the warm fire. Then he lowers me down onto it.

  He hovers over me, his large frame enveloping mine in its shadow. He runs his fingers through my hair again, and I feel like I’m melting into the floor, like a snowman set in front of a fireplace.

  He leans down and kisses me again. This time more forcefully, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I reciprocate, meeting his sweet tongue with mine.

  I feel his cool hand slowly slide under my shirt toward my breasts. He’s slow, and gentle. He caresses my belly and holds my waist in his hand. He wants to feel every bit of me, he’s in no hurry, and neither am I.

  I look up at him and catch his eyes. I want him to see that he’s in control. That I’m totally his. I’m surrendering to him in this moment, body and soul.

  He pulls my shirt back to its place and begins unbuttoning my pants. He slides them off, and then my panties. He doesn’t stop and stare or take advantage. His focus is always on my face. He removes his pants and his underwear.

  I’ll admit I’m curious what he’s hiding in there, but I don’t look. My eyes are locked on his.

  He leans back over me and I feel his erect cock touching the outside of my pussy. I try to open my legs, to let him in, but they’re stuck where they are between his strong, powerful thighs.

  He brings his hand down and uses his fingers to gently part my lips, caressing me inside my folds. His finger dips into my wetness and I gasp in pleasure. He brings it back out. He moves his hand under my butt and grips my
thigh.

  He maneuvers my leg so that it’s outside his. This is perfect. Neither one of us is overpowering the other, instead, our bodies fit together.

  With his thigh, he pushes my leg out further, completely opening me up to him.

  I moan in fear and pleasure as he slides his thick, hard, shaft inside me. I gasp into his mouth. It’s a tight fit. He moves gently, taking his time, making sure we’re both enjoying every second of this moment.

  The wind outside howls. The fire inside roars.

  He lowers himself onto me and slides himself so deeply within me I feel like I’m being devoured by his body. He rests there, all the way deep inside me, and brings his sweet lips to mine, kissing me perfectly.

  As our lips and our tongues are locked in a tender embrace, he starts moving his hips, twisting his cock inside me, gingerly moving in and out of my pussy. His tenderness and the relaxed momentum of his hips is more arousing than anything I could have imagined.

  I can feel myself getting more wet with every second that passes. Our bodies, our limbs, our souls, every bit of us is intertwined. I think again of this moment, of being here with Mitch and I feel my pussy quiver. The thought of being so close and intimate with him is doing more to turn me on than anything else in this moment. He continues to thrust, in and out, over and over, faster and faster. My hips and pelvis start to squirm in pleasure.

  He’s bringing me to the edge and I can hardly bear it any longer.

  Finally, I climax, slipping into the ecstasy of his body inside mine.

  I hear the fierceness of the wind howling again, rattling the windows and the door. I lift my pelvis and clench all my muscles. Mitch breaks our kiss and looks me deep in the eyes once more.

  I cry out. Pleasure washes over my whole body and I feel his release inside me. He thrusts into me and the moment lasts longer than I ever could have imagined. He’s pouring himself into me.

  Outside, a cougar roars.

  Mitch lies on top of me, still inside me. The wind ceases it’s howling and everything goes quiet. At this moment, we are one.

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