Page 9 of Mountain Daddy

He leans in, lips brushing mine.

“Bed?” I whisper, impatient for a release, eager to see what he’ll do next.

He smiles, eyes wicked. “Eventually.”

And then he lifts me like I weigh nothing, like I’m already his, and throws me back down on the chaise lounge.

3

LILLY

Iland on the chaise with a soft thud, my naked body on display like an offering. He hovers over me, and I drink in the sight of him.

All ink.

Muscle.

Hungry eyes.

I need more, remembering his tongue tasting me, pressing into my mouth when he kissed me.

Nikolai doesn’t waste time. He doesn’t hesitate. And he doesn’t ask.

Hetakes.

With his eyes, as he memorizes every curve.

With his body, as he lingers over me, pinning me beneath him.

With his hands, tracing over my curves, from the nape of my neck down the sides of my breasts, to squeeze at my waist.

My skin burns from his touch. I’ve been wet for him since the moment this cat and mouse dance began, just from the way he looks at me.

His broad shoulders blot out the city lights behind him. His erection stands proud.

I swallow hard.

“You're beautiful,” he says, hands sliding up my thighs, leaving trails of fire.

“You're so…” I whisper, trying for casual and missing by a mile at my own loss for words.

I’m at his mercy.

His smile is perfect.Knowing. “I'm going to taste every inch of you.”

I gulp.

“Spread your legs,” he commands. I do as he asks.

No second thoughts.

Just pure, animal instinct.

But I don’t do a good enough job, it seems. His rough hands slide my thighs even further apart, like my body is his to claim.

I feel exposed. I barely have time to gasp before his mouth is on me—kissing, biting, sucking down my body like he knows just how to please me.

I arch up towards him, begging him to touch me where I want most. But he plays by his own rules.

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