Page 5 of Mountain Man's Curvy Girl

Chloe

The second his lips touch mine, my brain goes blank. All I can feel is him—the rough scrape of his beard against my skin, the heat of his mouth moving over mine, the way his hand holds me firmly but gently, like he’s afraid I might break but can’t let go.

I’ve kissed guys before. I’ve been kissed before. But nothing—nothing—has ever felt like this. It’s overwhelming and all-consuming, like he’s pouring everything he has with every movement of his lips.

His hand slides down, his fingers brushing against my jaw, my neck, and the touch sends a shiver racing down my spine. I gasp against his mouth, and he growls—low, rough, and soprimal it makes my knees turn to jelly, even though I’m sitting down.

“Chloe,” Ethan murmurs against my lips, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that makes my toes curl. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I think I do,” I whisper, though my voice shakes.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his blue-gray eyes dark and stormy as they search mine. His lips are swollen, his jaw tight, and I can feel the tension radiating off him like heat.

“If I keep going,” he rumbles, “I’m not gonna stop.”

I swallow hard, my pulse racing as I force myself to meet his gaze. “I don’t want you to stop, Ethan.”

The words hang in the air between us, and for a moment, everything is still. Then he’s moving—his hands cupping my face, his lips crashing to mine, his hulking body shifting closer until there’s no space left between us.

The truck feels too small, too hot, too everything, but all I care about is him—his touch, his heat, the way he’s kissing me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive.

Chapter 6

Ethan

Her words are like gasoline on an open flame.I don’t want you to stop.

I pull her closer, my hands sliding down to her waist, my fingers gripping her. She’s so damn soft and when I lift her into my lap, grateful for the bench-style front seat of my car, her breath catches, her hands clutching at my shoulders.

“You sure about this?” I rasp.

She nods, her big brown eyes locking to mine. “Yes.”

That’s all I need.

My hands move to her full hips, pulling her down so she’s straddling me, her body pressed against mine in a way that sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin as my lips trail along her collarbone.

“Ethan,” she whispers, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan against her neck.

I pull back, my hands sliding up her sides, brushing over the curve of her waist until I reach the hem of her sweater. “Can I?” I ask, my voice rough and strained.

She bites her lip, nodding, and I waste no time pulling the fabric up and over her head. She’s stunning—curves that make my mouth water, her skin glowing in the dim light of the truck in nothing but a lacy bra and her jeans.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, my hands tracing the curve of her waist, her ribs, the softness of her belly.

She glances away, but I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me. “Don’t hide from me, Chloe. I want to see all of you.”

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, she leans into me, her lips finding mine again, softer this time, but just as consuming.

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Chloe

His hands are everywhere—strong, rough, but careful, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. When his thumbs brush over the sides of my breasts, I gasp, arching into him, and he groans softly, his lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver racing down my spine. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I think I do,” I whisper, my hands sliding down to his chest, feeling the solid heat of him under his flannel.

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