Page 15 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mountain Man

“Tell me,” I say, my voice low as the fire crackles and the wind howls. “What do you think about when you think about me?”

She arches against me, and her eyes flare. I’m hard, and I know she can feel me pressed against her flat little belly.

“I…” She sucks in a breath. “I think about your hands. How big and strong they are.” I flex my fingers against her hip and she squirms on her feet. “What they’d feel like on me.” She swallows, her eyelids fluttering.

“And how do they feel?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head, as though she’s fighting against something.

“So good I could cry,” she whispers, and I let my hand slip lower, cupping her pert ass. She whimpers as I squeeze her flesh.

She’d probably have me arrested if she knew the things I want to do to this ass.

“Where do you want my hands, Kaylee? When you think about me, where are my hands?” My voice is more growl than anything else and I’m too lost in this moment to care.

She swallows again, and when her eyes meet mine, her pupils are blown, obscuring the blues almost entirely. “Everywhere. On my waist. My hips. My…my breasts.” She’s pink to the tips of her ears now. So fucking sweet.

My cock is an angry monster, throbbing in my jeans, desperate for freedom. Guiding her with my hand still gripping her perfect ass, I rub her stomach against my cock, making both of us moan softly.

“And where do you want my mouth, sweet little Kaylee?” I rumble out, still teasing the ridge of my cock against her.

She lets out a shaky breath. “On mine. On my neck, my…” She trails off, rubbing her face into my palm.

“Say it, baby. Give me the words.” It’s a demand, but I keep my tone gentle.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. “On my nipples,” she whispers. “Between my legs.”

My thumb feathers over her incredibly soft cheek, and her eyes are wide, her breath coming in soft pants. She’s so damn beautiful. So tiny and vulnerable, yet fierce and strong.

“Good girl,” I murmur, and I watch her liquefy at my praise. It makes me want to push the boundaries, to see how much of what I like she likes.

I have a feeling it’ll be everything, simply because she was made for me.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” I confess, my voice rough around the edges. “If you let me Kaylee, I’ll take care of you in every single way.”

Her lips part, her eyes searching mine. “Take care of me? But I almost lost my job because of you. I was so stressed I was pushed into an…accidental kidnapping. Because of you.”

“I know, baby. And I’m sorry. I’m going to fix it. I’m going to make it right. I had no idea.” I press a soft kiss to her temple and drag my nose over the soft skin there. Fucking sugar cookies. “If you’re mine, I’ll make sure you’re safe. You’ll always have a roof over your head and food on your table. I’ll hold you when you’re scared. I’ll make you laugh when you’re sad.” I press my forehead to hers. “I’ll worship your gorgeous little body. I’ll make you feel so fucking good every single day.”

Her pulse flutters in her throat, her breaths coming faster and sharper, and I decide to test the waters.

“Be mine, so Daddy can take care of everything for you.”

She moans softly at the mention of the word Daddy, making my cock throb and everything inside me rejoice.

“You like that, don’t you?” I rasp, and she nods, her cheeks pink, her pretty lips parted slightly.

“Very much.”

Yes.

“You were made for me, Kaylee. I know it in my bones. I know it like I know my own name. You’re meant to be mine. It’s why I fell for you the second I saw you.” I force a ragged breath into my lungs.

She blinks up at me, her eyes bright and full of emotion. “I starting falling for you that day, too, Logan. It’s more than just a crush. I don’t know the first thing about love or relationships or…or sex…but I do know that as much as you piss me off, you also make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

I smirk. “And as cute as you are when you’re pissed, I have something to set right, don’t I? I said I was going to fix this, and I meant it. Where are the offer papers?”

She blinks, needing a few seconds to process my question. “Oh. Uh, in my bag by the front door.”

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