Page 19 of Hot for the Mountain Man

When we finally broke apart, both breathing harder, his forehead rested against mine. "We should go back inside," he said, though his tone suggested it was the last thing he wanted.

"Or," I ventured, heart racing, "we could leave altogether."

His gaze locked with mine. "Your place?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

The drive back to Rachel's cottage passed in charged silence, his hand occasionally brushing mine across the center console. By the time we reached the gravel driveway, the tension between us was almost unbearable.

Inside, I barely had time to set down my purse before Grant's arms encircled me from behind, his lips finding the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I leaned into him with a soft sigh, tilting my head to give him better access.

"You've been driving me crazy all night in this dress," he murmured against my skin, his hands sliding up my sides.

I turned in his arms, reaching up to frame his face. "Then help me out of it."

His eyes flashed with heat as he found the zipper at my side, slowly drawing it down while his other hand traced the newly exposed skin. The dress pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my lace thong and heels.

"Stunning," he breathed, taking in the sight of me.

I reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until I could push the fabric from his shoulders. His chest was magnificent—broad and muscled, dusted with darkhair that narrowed to a tantalizing trail disappearing beneath his waistband.

"Your turn," I said, my voice huskier than usual.

He made quick work of his remaining clothes, revealing a body honed by years of physical labor. I couldn't help but stare, drinking in the sight of him fully aroused and unashamed.

Grant stepped forward, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom, our lips never parting. He laid me gently on the bed, covering my body with his own.

"I've wanted this since the first time I saw you," he confessed, trailing kisses down my neck to my breasts. "Tried to resist but couldn't."

"Don't resist," I gasped as his mouth closed around one sensitive peak. "I want you, Grant. All of you."

His hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, exploring, teasing, building a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.

Grant’s hands never slowed as he lavished attention on every inch of my skin, lips trailing from my collarbone to the sensitive curve beneath my breast. I arched my back in invitation, sliding my hands around his shoulders to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation. His fingers teased over the lace of my thong, tracing the outline along my hips before tugging lightly at one side.

“Let me see you,” he rasped, voice rough with need.

I lifted my hips in silent agreement, heart hammering in anticipation. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the delicate straps and inched the lace down my legs, eyes dark with desire as he exposed me fully. A faint flush warmed my cheeks as he tossed the scrap of fabric aside, then knelt on the mattress. Mypulse thundered when he gently pushed my thighs apart, settling between them. With a final, heated glance at my face—checking, wordlessly, that I was comfortable—he lowered his head. The first sweep of his tongue made me gasp, the pressure soft and exploratory at first. My grip on the sheets tightened as he delved deeper, pace growing more confident with each passing moment.

“God, Grant,” I breathed, toes curling in the sheets. Pleasure sparked and coiled low in my belly, a slow burn turning into an urgent ache. He swirled his tongue just right, sending electric pulses through every nerve. My hands flew to his hair, tangling in the thick strands, and I let out a broken moan that spurred him on.

His mouth was thorough and unhurried, finding every sensitive spot and lavishing it with attention. My pulse pounded in my ears as he built me higher and higher, each flick of his tongue tightening the coil inside me. The pleasure grew almost unbearable until, with a sudden rush, that tension snapped. I cried out, hips lifting against his mouth as waves of ecstasy rippled through me. My vision blurred at the edges, body quivering in Grant’s grip.

He kissed my inner thigh softly, riding out the final aftershocks as I shuddered against him. I caught my breath, heart thudding. A warm flush spread across my chest, and I managed a wry, breathless laugh. “You—wow. That was…” I trailed off, still dizzy.

Grant pressed one more lingering kiss to my thigh before sliding up my body. The heat of his skin, his muscled weight against me, made my head spin all over again. He cupped my cheek, and I gazed into his eyes, reading a mix of longing and satisfaction there.

“Wanted to do that for too long,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Still breathless, I reached between us, brushing my fingers against the rigid line of his arousal. His sharp inhale let me know exactly how close he was to losing control. “My turn,” I whispered.

I pushed him gently onto his back, enjoying the rare flicker of uncertainty in his expression. Positioning myself at his side, I bent over him, tracing my tongue down the plane of his chest. I kissed the dusting of hair at his sternum, feeling him tense beneath my lips. Each nip and press of my mouth drew ragged sounds from his throat, fueling my own hunger.

When I reached his lower abdomen, I paused, sliding my hand along his inner thigh. The twitch of his muscles beneath my touch sent a fresh wave of desire through me, and I couldn’t hold back a smile. I caught his gaze, letting him see the spark of mischief in my eyes, then lowered my head.

He groaned the moment I took him in, his hips jolting involuntarily. I let my mouth explore him, tongue tracing hot, slick paths while my hand teased the base. The sounds he made—low, rough, and near-desperate—were sweeter than I’d imagined. Gaining confidence, I established a slow, rhythmic pace, hollowing my cheeks and listening to the choked rasp of his breathing as I sucked and stroked his cock.

“Peyton,” he gasped, tangling a hand in my hair. His voice wavered between urgent and reverent, and it sent a fresh tremor of arousal through me. He murmured broken praise, thighs quivering under my palms. Just when I sensed he was on the edge, I pulled back gently, pressing a soft kiss to his navel and savoring the shudder that coursed through him.

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