Page 60 of Entangled with a Mountain Man

"We should," she agrees, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me in place.

We stand there, our bodies flush against each other, both knowing we should walk away. But neither of us moves.

"Kenzie," I groan, my resolve crumbling like a house of cards. "Tell me to stop. Tell me this is a bad idea."

She searches my eyes, her gaze searching for the truth. Whatever she sees there must convince her because she shakes her head, a stubborn tilt to her chin.

"I can't," she says softly. "Because I don't want you to stop."

That's all the permission I need. Every ounce of restraint I have left shatters, and I crush my lips to hers, pouring all my pent-up desire and frustration into the kiss.

She responds in kind, her body arching into mine, her legs squeezing my waist.

I thrust, the warmth of her pussy barely contained by the layers of clothing between us. She moans into my mouth, and the sound sends a surge of heat through my veins. I'm desperate to feel her bare skin against mine, but I'm not sure we should go that far.

But I establish a tempo, reasoning that it's not so bad.

We're fully clothed. But my tongue's down her throat, and she grinding on my cock, and I'm about to bust.

She moans, the sound low and primal, igniting something feral in me. I need to hear it again.

My hands slip beneath her shirt, exploring her smooth skin. The friction is maddening.

"You’re driving me crazy, Kenzie," I murmur against her lips.

"Ditto…"

Our bodies rock together, a desperate rhythm threatening to consume us both. I grip her hips, guiding her movements, the pressure building in my balls.

It's like we're fucking teenagers, but I can't stop.

I don't want to stop.

"Everett," she whimpers, her voice thick with need.

The sound of my name on her lips, laced with desire, is almost enough to send me over the edge.

"Kenzie…baby…fuck," I groan, thrusting against her, the sweet torture driving me wild.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, anchoring her as our bodies move together in a dance, chasing release.

My hands explore her body, sliding up her shirt, my thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She moans, and it’s liquid lust shot straight to my dick, hardening me further against her.

I pick up the pace, grinding against her, my cock aching to be inside her. Her soft pants and breathy moans drive me wild, urging me on.

"Shit…Kenzie…," I groan, thrusting harder, the pressure building.

She cries out, her body shuddering against me.

"Oh, fuck," she whimpers, her muscles tensing. "I'm so close."

"That's it, baby," I murmur, grinding harder, feeling her tighten around me.

My cock throbs, and I know I'm close. I capture her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her cries. I can't get enough of her.

"Everett!" she cries out, her body shuddering, her thighs clenching around my waist.

I growl, burying my face in her neck, nipping at her soft skin as she rides out her orgasm. I thrust harder, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

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