Page 8 of Mountain Man's Curvy Girl

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” I growl, sliding my hand into her hair and tilting her face up so she’s looking at me. “Once I have you, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine, Chloe. Do you understand?”

She nods, her breath hitching as her eyes lock onto mine. “Yes. I understand.”

I don’t hesitate. My lips crash against hers, rough and hungry, and she melts into me like she’s been waiting for this as long as I have. Her mouth is soft and sweet, and I can’t stop myself from tasting every inch of her, my tongue sliding against hers in a way that makes her gasp and cling tighter to me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I murmur against her lips, my hands sliding down to grip her hips. “So goddamn perfect.”

She moans softly, her nails digging into my shoulders as I guide her movements, grinding her hips against my lap. The friction is enough to drive me insane, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need all of her.

But not here. Not yet.

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Chloe

Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire, every thought drowned out by the feel of Ethan’s hands on me, his lips claiming mine with a fierceness that leaves me breathless. He pulls back just enough to look at me, his blue-gray eyes dark and stormy, and the intensity in his gaze makes my heart skip.

“You’re shaking,” he says softly, his rough voice sending shivers down my spine.

“I’m okay,” I whisper, though my voice is shaky. “I just…”

“What?” he asks, his brow furrowing as his hand brushes against my cheek.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” I admit, my cheeks heating. “I didn’t think it could feel like this.”

His lips twitch into a faint smile, and he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “You’re killing me, Chloe,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down to my thighs. “But I’m not taking you here. Not like this.”

I blink, confusion swirling with the haze of desire clouding my thoughts. “Why not?”

“Because you deserve better,” he says, his voice firm but gentle. “When I claim you, it’s going to be in my bed. Where I can take my time. Make you scream my name until there’s no doubt who you belong to.”

My breath catches, heat pooling low in my belly at the raw possessiveness in his voice. “Ethan…”

“Not here,” he repeats, his lips brushing against mine. “But I’m not letting you go, Chloe. Not now. Not ever.”

Chapter 9

Ethan

The rain has slowed, but the wind still howls around us, shaking the truck like it’s trying to remind me just how dangerous this storm is. I glance out the windshield, the faint glow of streetlights barely visible through the heavy drops. It’s letting up, but not enough for me to feel good about leaving Chloe out here.

I glance at her, and she’s watching me, her brown eyes wide and unsure, her lips still swollen from my kiss. Her sweater, back in place, slightly rumpled, just like my shirt and jacket, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths that make me want to forget the storm entirely.

“We’re going to my place,” I say, my voice rougher than I intended.

Her brows lift, surprise flickering across her face. “Your place?”

“It’s closer than yours,” I explain, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I try to focus on the road and not on the way her thighs are pressed together like she’s still trying to calm the heat I left simmering inside her. “And it’s safer.”

She nods slowly, her fingers twisting in the hem of her sweater. “Okay.”

The word is soft, hesitant, and it makes something inside me twist. She’s nervous—I can see it in the way she keeps glancingat me, like she’s trying to figure out what I’m thinking. Like she doesn’t realize I’m already thinking too much.

I start the truck and ease it back onto the rain-covered road. The drive is slow, the storm still fierce enough to demand my full attention, but I can feel her beside me, her warmth radiating through the cab, pulling me back to her every time I try to focus on anything else.

She doesn’t speak, and neither do I. The silence stretches between us, heavy and charged, until we finally pull into the driveway of my cabin.

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