Page 17 of The Mountain Man's Mail Order Temptation
It’s not enough.
I need her mouth on my skin.
I want her under me, thighs spread, writhing on my cock while the spicy taste of her isstill on my tongue, and I fuck her until she forgets anyone else ever existed. I want to hear her sob my name, feel her nails drag down my back, and leave my scent on her skin. That single taste of honey I licked off my fingers this morning has haunted me all day. It’s driving me mad.
Only the threat of Grant and those two asshole cowboys could chase it from my mind. And even that didn’t last long.
She was pale and trembling after I slammed one against the wall and threatened to gut him if he ever looked at her again. I’d scared her after doing exactly what I swore I wouldn’t do—show herwhat I really am.
In the tense moment that followed, I was sure I’d lost her. I almost told her everything then. Why I left the military. What I’d become.
But before I could speak,Ellie kissed me. She blasted through my doubts and tore down my walls until there was nothing left to restrain the feelings that have built since the moment I met her.
I can’t deny them any longer. Now that I’ve tasted her, I can’t stop. I won’t until I make her mine.But not in the goddamn grocery store parking lot.
With effort, I break the kiss, pressing my forehead to hers while I get control of my breathing. “We need to move. You’re not safe out here.”
Ellie licks her kiss-swollen lips, leaving a sheen of moisture in her wake, and I damn near forget everything.
“From Grant?” she whispers.
And me.
I grab the cart with one hand and guide her with the other, palm splayed across the small of her back.I feel her shiver under my touch, and fuck, I want to press her against the side of the truck and make her shake for a whole different reason.
“I don’t know if he’s here yet, but I’m not taking chances. We’re going home.”
She smiles up at me. “Home.”
That one word hits like a blow to the chest. I meant my cabin. But when she says it like that—with hope in her voice and warmth in her eyes—it sounds like more. Itfeelslike more.
Can I handle that?
I open the truck door and lift her inside like she weighs nothing. She’s soft everywhere with curves that make me ache. Leaning in,I buckle her seatbelt. I’m close enough to hear her sharp inhale. When our eyes meet, our lips are a breath apart.
She grips my beard, fingers curling into the coarse hair at my chin, and tugs me down into a kiss that’ssoft and over too soon.
“Home,” she says against my lips.
I groan and give her another hard, fast kiss.My control is hanging by a thread, and if I don’t get her home now, I’ll fuck her right here in the goddamn parking lot.
I step back and shut the door, already running through what happens next. Get her and the groceries back to the cabin. Secure the perimeter, then strip her bare and worship every beautiful inch.
Nothing is going to stop me from making her mine.
I can’t stop touchingher on the way up the mountain. The silky skin of her wrist, her hand… Ellie’s eyes are dark with desire. It’s the longest fucking half hour of my life.
I slow the truck long enough to make the turn into the driveway and curse.
A familiar, old, green Cadillac is parked in front of the cabin.
Dottie.
My grandmother is sitting in my rocking chair on the porch, knitting something. Probably a baby blanket for Avery. My sister found out she was pregnant a couple weeks ago. I’d hoped that would be enough of a distraction for Dottie to let her move on from the mail-order bride scheme. Obviously, I was wrong.
She waves madly when I get out of the truck and go around to open Ellie’s door.
“Who’s that?” she whispers.
