Page 9 of Moody Mountain Man
“You drive me crazy,” she whispers against my lips.
“Right back at you.”
My hands roam under the hem of my shirt—her shirt now—palming her ass, dragging her closer. She grinds down, and I groan, helpless against the way her body fits mine.
“You’re not wearing anything under this,” I growl.
“Nope.”
“Jesus, Annie.”
“You gonna do something about it?”
I stand, gripping her thighs, and press her against the wall in one smooth move. Her back hits the wood paneling, and she gasps, legs tightening around my waist.
I kiss her hard—tongue, teeth, hands everywhere. I’ve lost control and don’t want it back. She tugs my shirt up, fingers skimming my abs, and I grab the hem and yank it off.
She moans. “You’re not fair.”
I slide a hand between her legs. She’s already soaked and warm. “You’re not patient.”
She arches when I slide my fingers through her folds, then dip one inside. Then two. Her breath catches. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Cal…”
“You want more?”
“God, yes.”
I drop to my knees, lifting one leg over my shoulder, and bury my face between her thighs. She gasps, loud and sharp, and her head thumps back against the wall.
I lick her slowly, thoroughly, until she’s shaking against me, hips jerking, hands tangled in my hair. Her moans fill the room, high and breathless, until she falls apart with my name on her lips.
I stand, kissing her again, letting her taste herself on my lips. “You taste like cinnamon and sin.”
She’s still panting, dazed. “Your turn.”
She drops to her knees, pulling my jeans open, her mouth wrapping around me with no hesitation. I curse, grabbing the wall behind her, watching her work me over like it’s something she’s craved for months.
I can’t take it anymore. I lift her, carry her to the couch, and sink into her in one slow, aching thrust.
She cries out. She feels like home. Like heat. Like hope.
We move together, slow at first, then rougher—hands gripping, mouths colliding, breath mixing between kisses. I lose myself in her. She meets me thrust for thrust, until we both fall apart, her nails in my back, my name a broken prayer on her lips.
After, we collapse into the couch, tangled limbs and bare skin, hearts thudding in sync. She rests her head on my chest.
“It’s a good thing we didn’t do that at the bakery. I’d never pass the health inspection,” she murmurs.
I laugh, arm tightening around her. “Worth it.”
She glances up. “You gonna disappear on me again?”
I shake my head.
“Good,” she whispers. “Because I’m not letting you go this time.”
Chapter five
