Page 11 of Craving the Mountain Man

When we finally break apart, both breathless, Grayson rests his forehead against mine. "Skylar," he says, his voice husky with emotion. "We shouldn't... I'm your boss. This is?—"

I silence him with another kiss, softer this time. "Don't," I whisper against his lips. "Don't push me away, Grayson. Not now."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine in the dim light. I can see the conflict warring within him—desire versus duty, longing versus fear.

"I'm not good for you," he says, but his arms tighten around me, belying his words. "I'm broken, Skylar. Damaged goods."

I reach up, tracing the scar that runs along his jawline. "We're all a little broken," I tell him softly. "But maybe... maybe we can help put each other back together."

For a long moment, he's silent, and I fear I've said too much, pushed too hard. But then he lets out a shaky breath, leaning his forehead against mine.

"You make me want to try," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "God help me, Skylar, but you make me want to risk everything."

This time, it's Grayson who initiates the kiss. It's deep and passionate, filled with all the longing and fear and hope that's been building between us. I melt into him, my body molding against his as if we were made to fit together.

Outside, the storm continues to rage, but in here, in this small tent on the side of Fire Mountain, we've found our own kind of shelter. As Grayson's hands begin to explore, sending shivers of pleasure through me, I know that whatever happens next, nothing will ever be the same.

His hands explore every inch of my body, igniting a fiery sensation within me. I crave his touch, the way he makes me feel alive. His lips meet mine once again and I surrender completely to him, lost in him.

He makes light work of undoing my bra and he helps me out of my panties. “Skylar,” he says thickly. “Lie down, I want to taste you.”

My body shivers at the hungry look in his eyes. I lie down on his sleeping bag, leaning up on my elbows as I look down athim. His head goes between my legs, and I gasp when his tongue swipes against my folds.

God, I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve felt something so amazing.

“Mmmm,” he groans low in his throat. “Delicious just as I knew you’d be.”

I throw my head back as he licks, sucks, and finger fucks my pussy. I’m barely able to hold on, my entire body alight with fire, the need to feel him inside of me is strong. I’ve never needed anyone the way I need Grayson right now. I’m whimpering, trying my hardest to keep the moans and whimpers to a minimum, not wanting anyone to hear us.

“Grayson, please,” I plead with him. “I need you.”

He doesn’t respond, instead, he pushes another finger inside of me. I gasp, he’s stretching me.

“Come for me, Skylar,” he instructs. “I want to feel you come.”

My back bows, my fingers clench the sleeping bag and I cry out as my orgasm topples over me. His name is a strangled cry.

Grayson positions himself between my legs, his cock rubbing against my folds, causing me to groan. I look up at him, his muscles taut, his hands on my hips, and his eyes dark with need. “Please,” I whisper to him.

“Sky,” he snarls as he thrusts deep inside of me. I cling to him as I cry out, his cock stretching my pussy as I try to get used to his thickness.

“Gray,” I whimper, needing him to move.

Thankfully he moves, slowly pulling out of me before he thrusts back in. The rhythm is agonizingly slow. “Christ, you feel so fucking good.”

“Please,” I moan, clawing at his back.

His thrusts get deeper, faster, harder and I fuck him back, unable to stop myself, I’m so lost in the pleasure, so caught up inthe intensity of what I’m feeling that I’m fucking him without a care.

His lips descend on mine, and he kisses the breath from me, his tongue tangling with mine. I return it. The passion is something that I never could have expected, but then again, Grayson is a man of little words. He’s so different than I had thought.

He tears his mouth away from mine and rains kisses along my neck. I gasp, my fingers clawing at his back as we continue to fuck. When his mouth moves down my neck and he pulls my nipple into his mouth, I wince in pain, biting back the pained cry.

“Gray,” I whisper as I feel my orgasm rising. “I’m so close,” I breathe.

He releases my nipple, his hands on my hips tighten, he pivots his hips and fucks me even harder. I’m so damn close.

“Come for me, Sky,” he growls as he tilts his hips and fucks me harder and deeper.

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