Page 7 of Mountain Man Book Boyfriend

I giggle and lift my brow. “Seriously? That’s what you’ve got to say?”

He licks his lips and his dark gaze skims my body like a physical touch. “Don’t you worry, angel. I promise you that when I get you alone, I’ll make sure that you know exactly what and how I’m gonna take you. And you’re gonna fucking love it.”

I snort. “I wonder which head is bigger? The one in your pants or the other one?”

He rolls his eyes and chuckles. “You are so damn good for my ego, baby. I will never have a swelled head with you around.” He pauses playfully. “Or at least not one that you can see.”

I roll my eyes. “Get me back to your place before I change my mind, Cord.”

He doesn’t say one more word. A huge black truck pulls up to the front of the restaurant and I fight the need to roll my eyes again. Midlife crisis much?

He grins. “I’ve always had a big truck, angel. One thing has nothing to do with the other. I’m a big guy and there’s no way that I’m driving some tiny tin can. I need…room.”

I snort but it changes to a gasp when he grasps me around the middle and hefts me up to the seat. I can’t break free from the heat in his seductive gray gaze. “Oh! Thank you,” I stutter, expecting him to let go of me after a few seconds. When he puts me down and stands on the running board to click my seat belt into place, I hold my breath, so close to what can only be called masculine perfection. His nose is even perfect. Strong and proud, aquiline, with just the tiniest bump on top of it like he broke it at one time.

His lips are so damn close. Full and soft-looking. I’ve honestly never seen a prettier man.

Pretty sexy that is. He smells damn edible. Pine and leather and citrus. Yum! It wafts over me in the cab as he drives us back to his place. My pussy is soaked and I cannot wait until I feel him touch me. I ache for it. Need it desperately.

I moan under my breath and fidget on the seat. He doesn’t look at me, keeps his eyes on the road but his fingers tighten to white knuckles on the steering wheel and his mouth quirks slightly.

“Soon, angel. I’m gonna have you spread out like a damn feast for the taking.”

I whimper under my breath, hungry for him and not even bothering to play hard to get.

“Then get us back and ring the damn dinner bell, Cord.”

He chuckles but his big foot presses harder on the gas pedal until we’re flying along, buoyed by all the dirty desires heating up the air around us.

Fire edges my vision and I close my eyes, hoping that this is what I’ve been hoping for. Hoping that he doesn’t run when I tell him that I’ve been saving myself for this perfect night.

No pressure though.

Right. No fucking pressure at all.

CHAPTER 6

Cord

I’ve got an angel in my space. Her soft floral scent wraps around me, enticing me and I think that every time I smell anything like her, I may turn into Pavlov’s dogs, slavering like a damn fiend.

I wait until she crosses the threshold and then shut the damn door, leaning against it. “Come here, angel.”

She turns and licks her red lips, setting my pulse racing like a formula one race car revving its engine on the starting line.

She slowly comes to me, her lush hips swaying tauntingly back and forth. When she gets to me, I grasp her shoulders and turn her until her shoulders are leaning up against the door. I run my fingers slowly down her shoulder, feeling her shudder against me.

She fits against me so damn perfect. So tiny and stunning. All of the things that I’ve been dreaming of. She’s got them all. The wide-eyed, innocent gaze, the pouty mouth that begs to be kissed or wrapped around my cock. All of the pieces of her are perfect for me.

I lean down and my lips brush hers, teasing her lips until she opens them on a groan. Then I pounce and take her lips like anorse god claiming his fate. His destiny. The valkyrie who holds his life in her hands.

She’s my fantasy and I can feel the words rambling through my head when she lifts her body tight to mine.

“Mine,” I mutter under my breath and lift her until her thick thighs are wrapped around my waist. Her dress slips up her thighs until I can feel the heat of her pussy against my dress pants. My dick is rock-solid and begging for her touch, her mouth, her tight little pussy.

She gasps when she feels the ridge of my cock, her head falling back, soft curls dancing along my skin.

“Oh, angel. This is going to be a night neither of us is ever going to forget. This is the start of something amazing, baby.”

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