Page 24 of Mountain Wood

This man is so different from the guys I’m used to, and I can’t stop myself from being drawn in by him. Animal magnetism is powerful stuff.

His attention drops to my mouth again, but… he looks like he’s second-guessing himself.

I can’t let this moment slip by. I want it too badly.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

He stares at me for a long moment, and I hold my breath, waiting for him to make a move. When he still looks torn, desperation has me whispering, “Please fucking kiss me.”

Groaning, he gives into my demand and crushes his mouth to mine. My body melts instantly. His kiss is deep… hungry… controlling. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s been on a short leash for far too long and it’s finally snapped.

I love that for me.

His hands drag down my back, but I can barely feel it with this big coat on. Frantic to get out of it, I tug the zipper, but the stupid thing catches and gets stuck. I groan against Dean’s mouth, still kissing him while fighting for my life with this fucking coat.

“Let me help you,” he says, smiling with this mischievous twinkle in his eye.

The zipper doesn’t listen to him either. It’s truly jammed, and I’m trapped inside it. No matter what we try, it won’t budge.

“Cut me out,” I say, growing more desperate. I can’t believe this moment just got ruined by a stupid piece of endorsement clothing.

“You serious?”

“Dean!” I yell. Spinning around, I search for a pair of scissors in every drawer and come up empty.

“Here.” He closes the space between us and pulls out a big pocketknife. The blade’s serrated and looks like something you’d skin animals with. “Are you sure about this?”

“If you don’t cut me out of it, I might just stab you with that thing.”

“Hellion.” He places the blade at the top of my neckline and saws downwards. The fabric rips in the most satisfying way. I peel it off like it’s on fire and I’m on him again in an instant.

He stumbles back.

“That was hot,” I say, practically climbing up his body.

His laugh gets lost in a groan when I wrap my legs around him and kiss him again. The knife dropswith a resounding thud on the hardwood floor and Dean palms my ass with both hands.

I have no idea what’s gotten into me. But if I’m going to carpe the diem, I’ll also carpe this man.

“Christ, woman.” His hair falls in his eyes because I’ve messed it all up. “You’re a wild animal.”

“Shut up.” I kiss him again, running my fingers through his thick hair, loving how his beard scratches up my face. He’s right, Iama wild animal… and it’s all his fault. His tongue sweeps against mine and my pussy clenches with delight from all the sensations. “Fucking hell, your beard…”

“Do you not like it?” He sets me on the table, giving me a little time to catch my breath.

“I haven’t decided.”

“Allow me to sway your mind then.” He unbuttons my pants and tugs them down around my ankles. With a big smile, he loops my legs around his neck and gives me a wink.

Then he licks my pussy with a long drag of his tongue.

“Oh fuck,” I squeak. Electric lust zips through my body. I hope he can’t tell how much I need this.

Do I seem desperate? I must.

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