Page 27 of Mountain Man's Longing
“I’m going to hell,” I murmur against her lips.
Her face breaks into a smile. “I’d say this is closer to heaven.”
“The fact you were a virgin was a gift,” I tell her, my voice raw. “Something precious you gave me. And there are so many things I want to show you, so many ways I want to love you.”
Her pupils dilate at my words, a pink flush spreading across her cheeks as her breath comes in short pants. She looks at me through thick lashes, desire etched across her beautiful face.
“Then tell me, what’s a girl got to do around here to get that spanking I heard about?”
Fuck.
That’s all the invitation I need.
Chapter fourteen
Brenna
The heat radiating off Graham’s body burns hotter than the afternoon sun as a growl emerges from deep in his chest and he pulls me against him. His mouth claims mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. The screened-in porch offers privacy, but the knowledge we’re out here in the open, surrounded by wilderness, sends electricity coursing through me.
The earthy scent of wet clay still clings to my skin, but the awareness fades as I lose myself in the scrape of Graham’s beard against my jaw.
He grips my hips, his thumbs finding the bare skin where my shirt rides up. The evidence of his desire presses against my leg, and my pulse kicks as I consider his threat to take me over his knee. Equal parts nervous and desperate, I’ve been craving that since I heard him utter the words yesterday.
Graham breaks away from the kiss, his breathing ragged as his storm-gray eyes search my face.
“You want a spanking, baby girl?” he murmurs, his tone that deep timbre that makes my knees weak.
I nod, not trusting myself my heart hammering against my ribs.
“Stand up.” The order invites no argument, and something deep in my belly tightens at the command. “Take off your jeans.”
My hands shake as I comply, kicking off my hiking boots and peeling my jeans down my legs. The cool mountain air hits my skin, and I shiver, not from cold but from anticipation. When I hesitate, standing there in just my panties and shirt, he raises an eyebrow.
“Panties, too,” he says, flexing his fingers as if warming them up. “All of it, sweetheart.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but I do as he says, stepping out of the lace and letting it fall to the rough wooden floor. He takes my seat on the pottery stool, his gaze dark and hungry as it travels over my bare legs.
“Come here.” He tugs me between his knees, and as I stand before him, his large hands cup my bottom with reverence. He presses a soft kiss to my belly, inhaling deeply before looking up at me. “You sure about this?”
The gentleness in his voice, even now, reassures me.
“Yes,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his thick dark hair.
“We can stop anytime.”
I nod, and he tugs me down, positioning me carefully across his lap, one strong arm laid out across my back, holding me in place. My ass is in the air, and I’m completely exposed. Vulnerable in a way that should terrify me but instead, makes me feel safe. Protected.
“Breathe, baby girl,” he murmurs, his palm smoothing over my skin.
The first smack takes me by surprise. A sharp sting that radiates through my flesh and makes me gasp. My fingers clutchat the denim of his jeans, but the pain quickly melts like warm honey, pooling between my legs as I squirm.
He pauses, his hand rubbing the spot he just struck. “Good?”
“Yes,” I breathe, surprised by how much I mean it.
The next few spanks come in a steady rhythm, alternating sides, each one sending molten heat spreading through my entire body. I’m growing moist, my desire building until soft whimpers escape my lips and my hips move restlessly against his thigh.
“That’s it,” he growls, his voice thick. “Let me hear you.”
