Page 13 of Beast of Misty Mountain

I don’t say anything, but reach over and take his hand. His grip is firm, warm. A little hesitant, but he doesn’t let go.

He doesn’t stop me as I turn to him and lean in slowly, looking directly into his blue eyes.

Our mouths meet in a kiss that’s soft but deep. His lips are warm and slightly chapped, and when I open to him, he follows. His hand slides into my hair, his fingers threading at the nape of my neck. Desire shivers across my skin, and I moan into our kiss.

I press closer, and he pulls me onto his lap. The kiss deepens, and I feel it everywhere—in the thrum of my pulse, the ache in my chest, the intense throbbing in my core.

My fingers slip under the edge of his sleeve, brushing bare skin. He exhales through his nose and shifts slightly, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me into another deep, probing kiss.

When I finally pull back, I’m breathing fast. So is he. The air between us is thick and electric.

“I wanted to do that all day,” I whisper.

“I’ve wanted this since I first saw you,” he admits, then pulls me into an electric kiss that makes me forget everything except how good this feels and how horny he makes me. The rest of the world falls away as our tongues tangle and we hold each other tightly.

This is WAY better than my dream…

CHAPTER 6

MILO

The porch door clicks shut behind us. Her hand is still in mine.

She turns, and the porch light creates a fiery halo around her hair. I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Then her mouth finds mine again, her kiss hungry and demanding.

Marilee stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around my neck. My hands find her waist, and I pull her soft curves against my body. She melts into me like she’s been longing for me the way I’ve been longing for her.

The taste of bourbon is on her tongue as our kiss deepens. Her fingers slide into my hair, pulling me down, pulling me closer.

My hands slip lower, then higher, exploring. I slide my hands under her tank top, and I groan as my fingers caress the bare skin of her back. She gasps into my mouth as she arches her body into mine, and the sound sends a jolt straight to my cock. All I can think about is getting her into bed.

We stumble toward the bedroom, our hands and mouths never leaving each other. She grabs the front of my shirt, and her fingers work quickly, popping open the buttons. She gets three undone before she gets impatient and pushes the rest apart, scattering the buttons across the floor. She presses her hands to my chest, eagerly stroking and exploring my body.

Her face is focused as she touches my body, and something deep inside me thrums as I watch her eyes widen, and she bites her lip as she takes in my muscles and scars.

She’s not turned off by my scars but traces them lightly with her fingers. Fuck. I’ve been so scared they’d scare her away, but…she’s touching them with respect, desire still blazing in her green eyes. She looks like she wants this just as much as I do.

God, I hope she does.

She walks me back, step by step, toward the bedroom. I let her. I follow like I’ve never followed anyone. She turns halfway down the hall and presses her mouth to my jaw. Her teeth scrape below my ear.

My legs go weak.

I pull her closer, my hand on her lower back. Her tank top rides up again. My thumb brushes the waistband of her jeans. She shivers, her breath catching as her green eyes meet mine.

She opens the bedroom door without looking, and we stumble in. We stop at the edge of the bed.

A moment of shyness overtakes Marilee as she reaches for the hem of her shirt. I reach for her hand. “Let me.”

She drops her hands. I tug the fabric up slowly, brushing her skin as I go. She lifts her arms. I pull it off and drop it on thefloor. She stands there, bare from the waist up, chest rising and falling. Her skin is smooth, golden in the dim light.

I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful as Marilee. Her silky skin, her heavy curves, the freckles that look like constellations on her skin, her fiery red hair.

She reaches for my shirt next and pulls it up over my head.

That’s when it happens.

My body is still screaming to claim Marilee’s. To finish what we’ve started. Every inch of me aches to keep going. To fall forward into the fire we started and let it burn.

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