Page 18 of The Mountains Edge

The loft is simple with a huge bed, dresser, another wall of windows showing the mountain view. She moves to the glass, silhouetted against stars.

"It's beautiful up here." She sets down her wine. "Lonely, though."

"I like lonely."

She turns, moonlight painting her curves. "You like control."

My hands clench. "Same thing."

"Is it?" Another step closer. "Or are you just afraid?"

"Of what?”

"Of me." She challenged. "Touch me."

Christ.

I reach for her before I can stop myself. She meets me halfway, melting against my chest as my hands find her waist.

"I’ve been thinking about this all day," she murmurs.

"Just today?"

"Every day." She rises on tiptoes, bringing her mouth to my ear. "Every night."

I growl, pulling her closer. The dress is silk under my palms, her skin fire beneath.

"I can stop if you need me to.”

She nips my jaw. "Don't you dare."

My control snaps.

I capture her mouth, swallowing her moan. She tastes like wine and want. My hands roam her back, finding the zipper and then bare skin.

She tugs my shirt up, nails scraping abs.

I back her toward the bed. Her knees hit and she pulls me down, shifting until I'm cradled between her thighs. She grindsagainst me, her dress around her waist and I can feel her heat through my jeans.

"Please." She arches, bringing her core against me. "Marcus."

The sound of my name on her lips is pure heaven. I trail kisses down her throat.

Her hands find my belt. "Get naked."

"Wait." I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head. "Slow down."

"I’m done with slow." She wraps her legs around my waist. "We’ve been slow for weeks."

Can't argue there.

"Let me do this right."

"This feels pretty right." She rolls her hips and I groan.

She makes a hungry sound as I claim her mouth, hands fisting in my shirt.

She tugs my shirt up. "I need to feel you."

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