Page 103 of Mountain Daddy
Luther smirks, then tips his head, gesturing toward the windshield.
I look. And my mouth drops open.
I don’t know how long we were driving through the woods. But we’re not in the woods anymore.
“Holy shit.” I lean forward until my seat belt is taut across my chest. “Where are we?”
Instead of answering, Luther does a U-turn so the view is behind us, then he turns the engine off. “Come on.”
I climb out and walk to meet Luther at the rear of the truck, but I keep my eyes on the scenery.
“It’s so pretty,” I whisper.
The mountains are everywhere out here. I literally live in them. But this is different.
The ground we’re standing on is flat, but a few yards away, the land slopes steeply down into a valley. And the earth dropping away creates the perfect vista.
Bright blue skies.
Soaring mountain tops.
Birds floating on the wind.
Pine trees and aspens as far as the eye can see.
Just… wow.
Luther clasps his hand in mine, drawing my attention away from the view.
I let him guide me over, then he releases my hand and grips my hips, lifting me so I’m sitting on the open tailgate.
I spread my knees, and Luther steps between them.
“Sorry about today.” He reaches up and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I?—”
I shake my head and place my hands on his chest. “Don’t apologize. We got to spend time together. There’s a bag of mini pies in your truck. And if I’m guessing correctly… I’m about to have my first outdoor sexual experience.”
He leans closer, not stopping until our lips are just inches apart. “You’re guessing correctly.”
The smile reaches his eyes this time, and it’s an even better sight than the mountains behind him.
I slide my hands up his chest, over his shoulders. “I love it when I’m right.”
He hums, then leans in a little more, lips brushing against mine. “Kiss me.”
My body replies.
I arch my neck and press my mouth against his.
The first kiss is soft.
Gentle.
Luther cups my face, his palms warm against my cheeks.
He pulls back just enough to speak. “Open for me, Kendra.”
His words are a warm breath against my lips. And even if we didn’t speak the same language, I’d still know what he was asking for.
