Page 27 of The Maverick of the Mountain
The color in her cheeks deepens, spreads down her throat and across her chest, which is rising and falling a little more rapidly. What I wouldn’t give to drag my tongue down her throat. Across her chest. All over her body.
Corinne smiles, turns over on the couch to face me. “I smell so bad, I’m surprised Hank hasn’t shown up to rifle through me, looking for trash to eat.”
I snort. “He’s still busy with his lady. Not sure we’ll be seeing him tonight. Maybe not even tomorrow.”
“You mean I won’t be able to say goodbye to him?”
I try to swallow the lump forming in my throat, but I can’t. I wait a few moments, unable to break my gaze away from Corinne. “You could always come back after the wedding.”
She worries her bottom lip with her teeth, and I imagine taking it into my mouth. Tasting it. Tasting her. Feeling her soft, torturous curves beneath my callused hands. What I wouldn’t give…
“You want me back.”
It comes out less as a question than a sudden realization. The expression on her face says as much, too. I want to collapse onto my knees in front of her, cradling her face in my hands as I kiss any doubts she has in her mind.
“Of course,” I rasp, my voice feeling jagged in my throat. “Why wouldn’t I?”
She works that bottom lip again, and it’s riling something up inside me. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. What she has been doing to me from the moment I saw her. Jesus, this woman is a miracle, and I’m not worthy of breathing the same air as her.
“I don’t know,” she says shyly as she shakes her head. “I figured a man like you enjoys being alone. You’re only putting up with me because you’re too nice to kick me out.”
“You give me too much credit. I’ve kicked plenty of wanderers off my property. Never crossed my mind once for you.In fact, I’ve been pulling out all the stops to keep you here. Make you want to stay. I didn’t hike all the way up to the lookout for my health. And I certainly don’t cook for or play Scrabble with people I’m not fond of.”
Her expression is indiscernible as she stares at me for what feels like an eternity. All I hear is blood pounding in my ears. My heart slamming in my chest. Tension coils everywhere as every muscle in my body clenches, waiting for a response. Needing a response. Any sign at all that I’m not about to lose my girl for good.
A soft smile. A softer sound I hardly hear. And then…
“I could use a shower,” she says finally, pushing herself up. “What about you?”
It’s a simple question with a simple response, but the way my body reacts to it is anything but simple. I’m finding it hard to respond at all. But Corinne seems to find my newfound muteness entertaining, smiling at me as she stands.
She walks past me, and I turn as she pulls the hem of her shirt over her head and lets it fall to the ground.
Fuuuuuu…
There’s a sharp jab to my gut, and lightning strikes me square between the legs. I’m feeling faint as blood rushes below deck, my cock screaming against my jeans as though answering her question for me.Fuck yeah, we need a shower. Don’t fucking ruin this for me, Big Guy.
I swallow, watching Corinne as though in a haze. Is this a dream? Did I take a tumble on the mountain, and I’m really out there in the elements in the midst of some fever dream?
“Are you coming?” Corinne asks over her shoulder in the doorway.
Jesus. If she keeps this up, I will be.
Fever dream or not, I’m not missing out on this.
I grunt a response, standing and damn near tripping over the coffee table as I struggle to make my way over to the devil hiding beneath Corinne’s angelic exterior. It’s like something flipped inside her. Or something’s been removed. No more inhibitions. No more restraint.
I like it. I like her. I’ve never felt this way so fast or so strongly about anyone in my life. I’ve had a few relationships in my life. None of them started out like this. None of them felt like this. Maybe that’s why they never worked out. This… this feeling. That’s what was missing. I’d felt sparks of it before, but nothing like this. It’s like an unquenchable wildfire inside me, consuming everything, growing, building, and hellbent on reaching one thing.
Corinne.
She slips through the door, and I follow. Everything but her blurs. She’s all I see. And all I feel is my need to claim her.
She unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor as I grab at the bottom of my shirt, ripping it off with one hand and tossing it aside as Corinne disappears into the bathroom, the image of her tits bouncing seared into my mind.
Taking them in my hands. In my mouth. My body’s burning adrenaline as primal urges surge through me. The shower turns on as I step inside the bathroom. Corinne peeks from behind the curtain, covering her sweet body as my cock pulses.
She doesn’t even need to touch me. I could come just by looking at her. One smile would do it. A single breath against my skin. She’s all I want. The only thing I need. A damn goddess gracing me with her presence.
