Page 10 of Her Mountain Man Outlaw
Sophia frowns in confusion. “Why not?”
“Lots of reasons.” I sigh deeply. “You’re young, sugar. Too young. And you’re sweet as hell, too. You’re an angel, and I’m…well, I’m not a good person.”
Something defiant flashes in those pretty brown eyes. “Not a good person? You saved me from a snowstorm. Offered to fill up my car. Told me I could take free firewood. You gave me your bed and slept on the couch. You made me breakfast.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “You didn’t have to do any of that. Most people would have done the bare minimum. How can you say you’re not a good person after all that?”
Somehow, she looks even more gorgeous than usual with this spark in her eyes. She looks stubborn and determined as hell, and I want her so badly it hurts.
“Doing a few good deeds here and there doesn’t make someone a good person,” I tell her. “I have a past. Things I’ve done…”
“Everyone has a past.”
A rough chuckle escapes my throat. “Got an answer for everything, haven’t you, sugar?”
I step toward her. I don’t mean to, but my feet move of their own accord. She moves too, tipping her head back to look at me.
“I just think you’re being too hard on yourself, Maddox. You saved my life last night. I was in a lot of trouble, and you rescued me.”
Did I?
Or did she rescue me?
‘Cause that’s sure as hell what it’s starting to feel like.
Our bodies are so close we’re touching; I can count each individual lash framing her eyes. I lean in, barely breathing as I say, “I’m no good for you, sugar.” The words hang between us, a final barrier reminding me of all the reasons I shouldn’t want Sophia.
Then I kiss her anyway.
7
SOPHIA
Every nerve tinglesas Maddox closes the gap between us, his rugged face moving closer until his mouth finds mine. The roughness of his beard makes me shudder as it brushes my chin, and I melt against him, looping my arms around his neck.
This is really happening.
When Maddox kissed me last night, I told myself it meant nothing. He said it was a mistake, so I believed him. He was vulnerable, still shaken by his nightmare, not thinking straight…but this time, there’s no doubt in my mind.
Maddox wants this.
He wants me.
I can feel the thick bulge in his jeans, pressing against my stomach as he pulls me closer. Surprise jolts me as he scoops me into his arms, carrying me out of the kitchen like I’m weightless. He pushes me onto the couch, my back settling against the soft cushions as he climbs on top of me with a groan of satisfaction.
He has me right where he wants me.
His giant body pins me down, hard and unyielding against my curves. I catch his gaze—full of heat and hunger—before he kisses me again. There’s a desperation to it. His mouth is warm and urgent, his tongue probing my mouth, hands threadingthrough my hair. He tastes raw and primal, his musk coating my tongue, making my heart thud. Teeth clash, our hot breath mingling as I wrap my legs around Maddox’s waist, urging him closer.
“Fuck, Sophia…” he mutters between kisses, his hands sliding down my body. I’m still wearing his green sweater, and he reaches beneath the hem, his fingers brushing my panties. The contact makes my whole body jolt, and Maddox freezes.
“Am I going too fast, sugar?”
I shake my head. With Maddox, it doesn’t feel too fast or too much. It feels so right being at his mercy, trapped beneath his hulking frame. He bends down to kiss my neck, his hot tongue tracing a line up the column of my throat. He presses kisses against my jawline, stopping when he reaches my ear.
“Tell me you want this,” he murmurs.
“I want this, Maddox.”
His fingers slide under the waistband of my panties. “You want me to touch you?”
