Page 46 of Mountain Daddy

I dig my fingers into his shirt, needing something to hold on to as he devours me.

His hands slide around my waist, gripping tight, walking me back.

I should resist.

Should push him away.

Should remember all the reasons I ran in the first place.

But I want it too. I've been starving for five years and he's afeast.

I moan into his mouth, pulling him closer. I can feel how hard he is already, pressing against my stomach.

And my body responds like it's been programmed to want him.

“Fuck,” he growls against my lips. “Five years and you still taste like sin.”

He backs me through the pantry door, kicks it shut behind us. The sound echoes like a gunshot.

Then his hands are everywhere. Sliding up my sides, cupping my breasts through my shirt, making me arch into his touch.

“I should have tracked you down years ago,” he says, mouth moving to my neck. “Should have found you the minute you disappeared.”

“Nikolai—”

“I asked around, you know? Went back to Table 9. Figured you found better options.” His hands grip the hem of my shirt.

He starts to lift. Fingertips drag up my stomach. My breath catches. The shirt clears my ribs. My bra.

His eyes never leave mine. “You didn’t come back.”

The shirt slides over my head. Hits the floor.

Now I’m bare from the waist up. Breathing hard. Burning. And he's staring at me like I’m something precious he lost and found. And plans to never lose again.

“Say the word, Lilly,” he murmurs, thumb brushing the edge of my bra strap. “Say stop.”

I don’t.

I can’t.

Because I don’t want to.

My bra follows the shirt, torn apart by hands that don't have the patience for clasps. Then his mouth is on my breast, tongue circling my nipple until I'm gasping.

“God, I missed these,” he murmurs against my skin. “Missed the way you taste. The sounds you make.”

He backs me against the wall, the cold surface shocking to my naked back. His hand slides down, under my skirt.

Finds me wet over my panties.

He hisses in approval. “I could smell the heat off you the moment I saw you,” he whispers into my ear.

I startle, I ache, I arch.

His fingers slide under my panties, finding my clit, circling it to make my hips buck.

I gasp.

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