Searching for the Mountain Man - Page 12

“Protection,” I somehow managed to spit out. I stood and looked around for my own clothes, pulling my underwear back into place. “I mean, I’m all for the idea of you having my baby, but…well, I want to make sure it’s okay with you first.”

“I’m on the pill.”

At those words, I waited for relief. It didn’t come. Instead, I felt…

Was that disappointment?

Clothes in hand, she moved to stand in front of me. “I’m thinking about having a husband and family for the first time ever, but only if that husband’s you. Suddenly, it’s all I’m thinking about.”

That was all I needed to hear. We were on the same page with this. There would be plenty of time for everything else. Right now, we were getting to know each other.

And I, for one, would enjoy every minute of it.

EPILOGUE

ELISIA

“This is Elisia Moore, coming to you live from Rosewood Ridge. We’ll see you this weekend at Biker Blast.”

I squeezed my eyes shut at the sound of my voice, drifting from our bedroom out into the hallway. I’d just gotten our nine-month-old daughter back to sleep and now I was ready for some alone time with my husband of six months.

Yes, six months. I stepped into the doorway and smiled at him. We’d found out we were pregnant just a few weeks before the small wedding we’d planned with just our closest family and friends. Luckily, I hadn’t been showing yet, so my wedding dress just had to be altered a tiny bit for the water weight I’d gained.

“You’re watching me again,” I said.

He looked up, eyes wide like he’d been busted. Then he slapped the laptop lid down and set it on the end table next to his side of the bed.

“To my credit, I was watching last week’s report,” he said.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the doorjamb. “That’s because this week’s report hasn’t dropped yet. Biker Blast just ended.”

My career as a journalist had taken a turn since meeting Rob. It wasn’t just him either. It was this town. I’d sent out some resumes and even gotten some interest after my video of the dog rescue went viral. The news director at the station in Utah showed interest in hiring me. We’d done a video interview, though, and it was clear during the interview that moving to Utah wasn’t the best option for me. I wanted a home and family.

Soon after moving here, I went in front of the city council and proposed the idea of boosting tourism in this town by doing some social media videos. Somehow, along the way, I’d found myself on the board of the brand-new local tourism bureau. I reported on local events and had a blast doing it.

“Are you coming to bed?” Rob asked, patting my spot. Then he lifted the sheets as if in invitation.

I looked back over my shoulder, verifying no sounds were coming from the nursery, then pushed away from the doorjamb and crossed to the bed. My T-shirt and shorts were off before I’d finished crossing.

As I climbed beneath the sheets, I saw my husband’s crotch area and realized he had a full-on bulge. He’d gotten turned on just watching me do my work. That happened a lot.

“We need to get that underwear off you,” I said.

He shook his head. “Do you remember our first time?”

How could I forget? But we’d done the lap dance and the reverse cowgirl positions many times since that night.

Revisiting that wasn’t what he had in mind, though. As he pulled his underwear down to the top of his thighs, it became clear what he had in mind.

I tugged down my panties and tossed them off to the side of the bed, then straddled him, heat rushing straight to my core as his hungry gaze settled on my breasts. He was almost reverent as he cupped each one, running his thumbs over my nipples.

“I remember not wanting to hurt you,” he said, looking up at me.

I took him in deep, far deeper than I was able to that day. “When I was pushing past the pain, you touching me helped so much,” I said. “I’m not sure I would have been able to get through it otherwise.”

“You even orgasmed.” He smiled. “Twice.”

“Thanks to you.” I nodded. “Plus, you showed me how to pleasure myself.”