At the window, I watched Cait until she got herself together and returned to her home, closing herself safely inside.
In all my thirty years, I’d never experienced anything like I had in that moment.
Never been so rough.
So in need of dominating a woman.
Fuck, but I liked it.
Loved knowing I’d turned her on when no one else could.
My hard-as-nails cock agreed.
Yet I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I had to protect myself, too—why I hadn’t kissed her sweet mouth. It would be too easy for me to barrel ahead with this and get burned.
I locked myself in the bathroom and started up the shower. Under the hot water, I took my cock in hand and braced an arm to the tiles. Lust surged with every stroke. In my head, I fucked into Cait’s tight body, the woman wet and willing beneath me.
She’d want me to be hard on her, giving her the wild mountain man experience she’d imagined. The version of me that turned her on.
The way no other man had.
Ah God, that fucked with my head.
It had been too long.
“Fuck,” I gritted out, as muted as I could make it.
A minute more of fucking my hand, then my balls tightened and I came.
Spent, I let the water spray down on me, washing my moment of madness away.
Not that it had made a dent in my need for Cait. No, that burned ever stronger.
“Aye, lass,” I murmured. “Ball’s in your court.”
Like for any other hunter, it was a waiting game from now on.
