Page 14 of Mountain Man's Naughty List
Electricity shoots through me, warring with the lust and anticipation that are already building.
“You have no idea how badly I want this,” he says, his husky voice stoking the fire in my belly. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”
“If it’s half as much as I want this and you, I have a pretty good idea.”
“We’ll have to see about that.”
His mouth crashes against mine again. My heart thunders in my chest as he urges my lips open. His tongue finds mine, making me sizzle more than chestnuts roasting on an open fire.
A strong arm wraps around me, pressing my chest to the muscular wall that is his. We rub against each other, and my nipples harden as the water swishes around us.
The pools of desire building within me grow as we press against each other. The jets from the tub pushing us together, our bodies pulsating.
Still giving me hot, wet kisses, Thatcher slides his free hand between us. He strokes my thigh in long, languid motions. Moving closer and closer to the place that’s crying out for his touch. Crying out for him.
A long finger slides up the inside of my thigh until it finds the apex. Tracing the edge of my swimsuit, my hips instinctively move against him, urging him on.
He chuckles low in his throat, nipping at my bottom lip before moving his lips lower and lower to my chest.
“Do you like this?” he asks, applying more pressure, pushing the palm of his hand against my pussy more firmly.
“Mmm,” I manage to get out. My ability to form words and sentences more difficult as his fingers work their magic below and his mouth drives me crazy above.
Hitching me up in his arm, he brings my chest to his mouth level. Burying his head in my chest, he moves his head back and forth.
“I swear.” His fingers underwater slide beneath my swimsuit, pushing it aside to grant him more access. “If I died right now, I’d be in my favorite place in the world.”
Then he angles his head to find one of my peaked nipples, suck it deep into my mouth. I mew.
“That’a girl,” he encourages as I writhe against him. “That’s a good, good girl.”
I preen at his praise. I pulsate from his attention. I come a-fucking-part as he takes me up and over the edge until I’m nothing but pleasure.
Still thrumming from the impact of the orgasm, he pulls me from the water. Instead of feeling cold, I’m hot. Especially with his body covering mine.
He kisses me over and over again. His lips trailing along the side of my neck and over my shoulders. Droplets of water and sweat still clinging to us.
“Thatcher,” I say, lacing my fingers through the damp hair at the back of his neck. “What are we doing here?”
“What do you mean?” He leans lower, swirling his tongue around one of my nipples. “I’m making love to you.”
The pulse still aching between my thighs quickens.
“I mean, why haven’t you taken me to bed yet?”
He chuckles at that. “You’re eager.”
“Desperately.” I lean up to nip at the curve where his shoulder meets his neck. He growls in response. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“What a coincidence.” His hand roves over my hips, sliding around to cup my ass. “I want to be inside of you.”
He gives me a squeeze, grinding his hips against mine. My eyelids flutter, savoring the feel of his rock hard cock pressed against my pussy. Based on what I’m already feeling, I’ll probably be sore in the morning.
It’s going to be so good.
Moving against me once more, Thatcher gives me a kiss and pushes himself to his feet. Ever the gentleman, he helps me up. He doesn’t stop there.
Sweeping me into his arms with a yelp—from me—he carries me down the hall to the first bedroom, which happens to be his.
