Page 35 of Mountain Security

“There are different kinds of courage,” he said, still laughing, but the current of the conversation was changing. There was a tension there that hadn’t been there moments before.

“Are we going to talk about that kiss?” she asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’d rather do it again,” he said. He waited for a breath. So she would have time to move away if she wanted to. And she moved, but closer. He bridged the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers.

The kiss was awkward, because there were plates and glasses on the table between them, and because they were both perched on the edge of their seat in a way that made it impossible to get as close to her as he wanted to get.

But it was also wonderful. She tasted of spices, and she tasted of her. And he couldn’t fucking get enough of her. Her mouth opened, letting his tongue inside, and then her tongue was there too, battling for who could give each other the most pleasure. His cock, already half-hard, hardened painfully behind his jeans.

He felt, rather than heard, a soft humming sound from deep within her throat that told him she was on the same wavelength as him.

Eventually, she ended the kiss. And he knew he had to let her breathe, but he wanted to chase her mouth, to trap her in another kiss, another moment of shared pleasure.

She moved her head, her mouth right by his ear. “Come home with me,” she breathed.

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Yvette

She let Alex into her apartment, closed the door, and turned to look at him.

Yvette hadn’t been surprised to find that Alex was a careful driver. On the drive up from Annecy, he’d focused his gaze and attention on the mountain road in front of him. There’d been no joking, no banter, no sexual innuendos, no indication that his mind was anywhere other than where it should be.

If anything, that had just made her burn hotter. As fun and easygoing as he seemed, he was a man who could be trusted to do the right thing.

While he drove, she memorized the way his long, strong hands gripped the steering wheel—remembering what his hands had felt like on her face, wondering what they would feel like on the rest of her body.

Even so, as she turned to look at him now, she experienced a moment of uncertainty. She paused, taking off her shoes and socks by the entrance, watching him through hooded eyes as he did the same.

What if he’s changed his mind?

What if he doesn’t feel—

She needn’t have worried. His cobalt eyes were focused solely on her.

“Come here,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her against him into a full-body embrace. His strong arms tightened around her, bringing her close enough that she could feel his racing heartbeat.

Though he towered over her, they seemed to fit together in a way she’d never felt before. She focused on the spaces where their bodies met—their shoulders, their hips, his thigh, the ridge of …is that his cock?

God.

She wanted more of that.

She pressed herself closer.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I’m not complaining, but you probably don’t want to keep doing that.”

She did, actually.

Her hand reached down boldly—she’d never felt this bold before. Through his jeans, she caressed the biggest cock she’d ever felt.

Alex groaned.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.

She pointed to the small staircase off one side of the living room, and to the lofted space above.

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