Page 123 of Mountain Daddy

Dangerous.

Hungry.

“Don't rush me,” he says, setting me down. His fingers find the top button of my dress. “I've been waiting all day.”

One button. Then another.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Torturous.

“You're fucking killing me,” I hiss, hands sliding up under his shirt, greedy for skin, for heat, for him. “Hurry up.”

His smirk is cocky. “Patience, baby. I want to unwrap you slow—like the sweet little gift you are.”

The third button slips free. Then the fourth. At this pace, I’m going to combust. Right here. Against this damn wall.

“Nikolai,” I growl, grabbing his wrist. “Stop playing and fuck me.”

He chuckles, but his eyes are molten now. Lava. “So needy. You want me to rip it all off and take you like an animal?”

“Yes.” My voice is breathless, filthy. “I want your cock, Nikolai. Now.”

Something cracks inside him—restraint, reason, whatever. It’s gone.

And thank fuck for that.

His hands fist the sides of my half-open dress.Rip. The sound sends a jolt straight to my core.

Buttons scatter across the floor like a warning shot.Too late.

“Better?” he rasps, voice like gravel.

“God, yes.” My voice is breathy, desperate. I kick off my heels. I need nothing between me and him.

He pushes the torn dress off my shoulders, slow just to tease me, and it drops to the floor in a soft whisper. I’m left standing there in nothing but my lacy black bra and barely-there panties.

Damp, clinging, aching.

His eyes crawl over me like a goddamn firestorm. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, but it’s not sweet. It’s feral. It’s hungry.

Then he drops to his knees.

My breath catches.

His big hands glide up my calves, slow and claiming, then higher—dragging his mouth after them. Hot, wet kisses. Rough little nips. Teeth grazing skin like he’s leaving a fucking roadmap of where he’s been.

“Mine,” he mutters against my thigh. “You feel that, baby? That pulse under my tongue? That’s how bad I want you.”

I thread my fingers into his hair, already wrecked for him. “Then take it.”

He looks up at me with those dark, stormy eyes. Unblinking.

Then does the cardinal sin.

He stands.

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