Page 16 of How to Kiss a Mountain Man

“So if I were to kiss you now, that would be okay?”

I laugh—out of relief, out of nervousness, out of joy. “It would absolutely be okay.”

Griffin braces a hand against the doorframe above me and leans in slowly. When his lips meet mine, the kiss is tender—a soft brush that sends warmth blooming everywhere across my body, most of all between my thighs. I exhale a quiet moan against his lips, aching for him so much it hurts.

Griffin pulls back to look into my eyes. His own are heated, and when he swallows, it’s audible. It feels like words are silently passing between us, words we don’t need to say aloud.

I want you. I need you. Take me to bed. Ravish me like I know you want to.

Griffin wets his lips and leans back in, kissing me again. This time it’s not so gentle. It’s hotter. More desperate. A little rough. I run my hands up his chest, savoring the hard planes of his body, the pure muscle beneath his shirt.

His hands fall to my hips, squeezing my curves. Together, we stumble into his bedroom, blindly making our way to his bed. As our kisses deepen, we tug off each other’s clothes, throwing each piece aside until we’re bare skin against bare skin.

Griffin falls onto the edge of his bed, pulling me onto his wide lap. I moan as he pushes a hand between us, easily finds my clit, and starts to stroke it with the most perfect amount of pressure.

I break our kiss to gasp for air. Still stroking my clit, Griffin looks up at me with a mixture of awe and desire. Then he dips his head, capturing one of my hardened nipples between his thick lips. With a moan, I push my tit against his mouth, my pleasure intensifying as he sucks and licks.

It doesn’t take me long to come. The orgasm that sears through me leaves me even wetter than I was before, and when I watch Griffin lift his fingers to his lips and suck them clean, the desireI have for him becomes relentless. I grind down against his massively hard cock, desperate for him to fuck me.

“Griffin,” I beg. “Please.”

He insists on another kiss before reaching between us and fisting his cock. When he pushes the swollen head of it into my pussy, I gasp at how big he is. Then he gives me another inch, and another inch, sliding deeper and deeper until he’s fully seated inside me.

“Fuck, Jordana.Fuck, you feel incredible,” he rasps. His hands grip my hips firmly as he slowly pumps up into me, stuffing me full with each thrust. I can’t even form words, I’m too lost in the bliss of it all.

He drives into me over and over again, claiming me with every deep stroke, finally making real what we’ve both wanted so badly. Whatever resistance we both felt before, it’s vanquished. Nothing is going to stop us from having each other now.

Griffin rolls us over on the bed, pinning me beneath him and moving over me, all muscular protective strength. I cup his face in my hands as he thrusts harder into me, our hot skin slapping, our moaning sweetening the air.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says roughly.

I gasp for breath, feeling another orgasm swell inside me. His cock slams into me again, pulsing, ready to explode.

“Jordana, come for me.”

My thighs start shaking. My heart is pounding like crazy. I can barely breathe.

“Griffin!” I sob, coming again, even harder this time. And this time, he comes with me, letting out a roar as he fills me up.

7

GRIFFIN

TWO MONTHS LATER

Rain pelts my shoulders as I dash from my truck to the covered stairs leading to Jordana’s apartment. I keep one hand behind my back, protecting the small gift box from the rain. The thought of seeing her has my pulse kicking up, just like it always does. Two months of being with my girl, and she still has this effect on me.

When I knock, her voice carries through the door. “Come on in, Griffin! I’m just finishing up.”

I let myself into her apartment, the familiar scent of lavender wrapping around me. The space feels different these days—warmer, more like home. As I pass her fridge, my eyes catch on the collection of photos she’s put on display there. The surface is covered with pictures of us from the past two months: Jordana leaning into me as we sit on the dock, us kissing in the middle of a field of wildflowers, us lying in the bed of my truck watching the stars from the mountain. The sight of these captured moments of happiness settles deep in my chest.

“Hey, handsome.” Jordana emerges from her bedroom, putting on delicate silver earrings. The chambray romper she wears hugsevery perfect curve, making my mouth go dry. She crosses to me quickly, rising onto her toes to press a soft kiss to my lips. “How’s my outfit for movie night?”

I run my free hand down her side, savoring the way she leans into my touch. “Almost perfect. But it’s missing something.”

Her brow furrows. “What do you mean?”

I reveal the gift box from behind my back.

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