Page 12 of Cider Kissed By the Mountain Man
My cock had a better sense of time than my watch at this point. It’d been standing at attention the whole damn time as if we were on a military countdown to detonation.
I signed for the parts and supplies, made small talk with the driver, and managed to act like a normal human being while my entire body was on fucking fire thinking about Abby waiting for me. About the way she’d felt pressed against me, the little sounds she’d made when I’d kissed her neck, the way she’d wrapped her legs around my waist like she couldn’t get close enough.
Those sounds… fuck. I wanted to make her groan them against my mouth every night until fall gave way to snow.
By the time the truck disappeared down the driveway, I was wound tighter than a spring and done pretending this was just about wanting her. This was about needing her, about something deeper and more dangerous than simple attraction.
I found her exactly where I’d left her, sitting on the workbench, looking like she’d been thinking as hard as I had. Her hair was still mussed from my hands, her lips still swollen from my mouth, and the sight of her hit me hard.
“That took forever,” she said, and there was something breathless in her voice that made my dick throb behind the zipper of my jeans.
“Forty-three minutes,” I said, because I’d been counting every damn second.
“You timed it?”
“Damn right, I did.” I moved closer.
She swallowed hard. “And what were you thinking about during all those seconds?”
“You. On this workbench. Under me. Naked and begging.”
Her eyes went wide, her breath hitching. “Trent...”
“Come home with me.” I stepped between her legs and took her thighs in my hands, wrapping them around me. I pressed against her, letting her feel my hard cock. “Let me take you to my bed and do this right.”
“Your bed?” she repeated, and I could see the want warring with uncertainty in her expression.
“My bed. Where I can take my time with you, where I can worship every inch of you the way you deserve.” I reached up and traced the line of her jaw with my thumb. “Where I can drag my mouth down your body so slowly it drives you insane. Where I can make you fall apart over and over again until all you know is how good it feels to be mine.”
She shivered at my words, her hands coming up to rest against my chest. “That’s a very tempting offer.”
“Say yes,” I said, leaning down until my lips were almost touching hers. “Say yes and let me show you exactly how much I want you.”
“Yes,” she breathed against my mouth. “Oh, yes.”
I kissed her then, hard and possessive, claiming her mouth like I was going to claim the rest of her. She melted against me immediately, her arms going around my neck, and hell if thatdidn’t feel like coming home in the middle of a thunderstorm. Safe and electric all at once.
“Come on,” I said, taking her hand. “Before I change my mind about doing this properly.” Because if I didn’t get her out of here fast, we’d be doing round one with her bent over the damn workbench and I wouldn’t be sorry.
The drive to my house was the longest of my life. Abby sat in the passenger seat of my truck. Every time I glanced over at her, I could see the way she was biting her bottom lip, the way her hands were clasped tightly in her lap like she was trying to keep from reaching for me. I wanted those hands on me—digging into my shoulders, clawing down my back, tugging at my hair while I buried myself inside her. I shifted in my seat and bit down a groan. My jeans were one wrong breath away from becoming a safety hazard. By the time I pulled into my driveway, my hands were shaking from the effort of keeping them on the steering wheel.
“Your house is beautiful,” she said as we got out of the truck, but I was already moving toward her, backing her up against the passenger door. The house could’ve been on fire, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Not with her standing there like that. Want in her eyes. Need making her body shake.
“I don’t want to talk about the house.” I caged her in against the car. “I want to talk about how fucking gorgeous you look right now.”
“Trent,” she whispered, but it came out like a plea. I growled low in my throat. The sound surprised even me. She looked at me like I’d just set her nerves on fire. Fuck, this woman was going to ruin me. And I was going to let her. Hell, I was going to thank her for it.
“I want to talk about how I’ve been imagining getting you out of your clothes since you changed into my shirt.” I leaned down and pressed my mouth to her neck, feeling her pulse raceunder my lips. “I want to talk about all the things I’m going to do to you once I get you inside.”
“Then stop talking,” she said, and pulled my mouth down to hers.
This kiss was different from the ones before—hungrier, more desperate, like we both knew we were crossing a line we wouldn’t uncross. Her mouth was hot and willing under mine, and when she moaned low in her throat, it scraped every rational thought out of my brain. I needed her naked. Now. Preferably yesterday. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer, and when she bit down gently on my bottom lip, I groaned against her mouth.
“Inside,” I managed, because if we didn’t move soon, I was going to take her right here in my driveway. “Now.”
The neighbors didn’t need to see me stripping the sweetest, sassiest teacher in Lone Mountain down to nothing but a moan and a heartbeat. But fuck if I wasn’t tempted.
I swept her up in my arms, and she let out a surprised laugh. The sound curled down my spine and settled low. She was light in my arms, but she felt like gravity itself—pulling me under, anchoring me in all the ways that scared the hell out of me.
