Page 20 of The Mountain Man's Runaway Bride

She makes a soft keening sound in the back of her throat. It’s intoxicating. If I don’t get control of myself now, I never will.

I pull back just enough to breath. “Quincy?—”

She places a finger against my lips. “Don’t. We both of us spend too much time thinking and worrying. Maybe we should just be. Together. In the moment. For as long as we can.”

“Okay,” I whisper, and kiss her again.

Harder. Deeper.

My hands find her waist, then her back, drawing her into my lap. She fits against me like she was made for it. For me.

And for the moment, I let myself believe she might be.

SEVEN

QUINCY

The waterfall crashes in the background.

It’s the only sound I hear besides my heart thundering in my ears. I slide my fingers into the hair at the nape of Knox’s neck and pull his mouth back down for more. I’ve never craved a man’s kiss more.

Now that I’ve finally talked him into letting down his guard and giving in to this overwhelming desire pulsing between us, I don’t plan to waste a second satiating this hunger.

I nibble on his bottom lip and he groans, making the hairs on the back of my own neck stand tall as the sound echoes into the very depths of my soul. Our tongues meet, and I slide a hand down his chest, tracing his muscles with my fingertips.

“God damn it, Quincy.” He nuzzles the side of my neck, his warm breath and whiskers tickling me in a most delectable way. “God damn it.”

“Do you see what I mean?” I trace a finger over his peck, and his nipple hardens under my thumb. “Why were we ever bothering to fight this thing between us?”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot.”

I give a surprised laugh at that. “Actually, I was thinking something more along the lines that you’re too much of a gentleman to take advantage of a woman who just had her life shattered.”

He gives a grunt at that and slides one of his firm hands down to cup my ass. Lifting me up, me presses my back against a boulder. Leaning toward me, he presses his hips against mine. We moan in unison as his long, hard shaft nestles between my thighs.

The friction we create, moving together is intoxicating. Our kisses become wetter, hotter. Our exploring hands and fingers become more frantic.

“I need to feel more of you,” he murmurs against my neck.

“I need you to feel more of me.”

His chuckle is low and throaty. It rumbles deep in my body, at the apex of my thighs, where I’m still rubbing myself against him.

Gripping the bottom of my top, he inches it up, letting his fingers run over the smooth skin. Caressing my skin. Tempting me. Treating my body as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.

His hands feel so different from—no. I’m not going to make any comparisons. It’s not fair to compare Knox to a man who could never measure up to him in any capacity.

Pushing all thoughts of exes and who has come before aside, I pull his mouth back to mine. His hand cups one of my breasts and I gasp as his thumb strokes my nipple into a harden peak.

“Fuck me, I could never get tired of making you moan.” He trails a kiss down my neck. He slides a hand down to rove under the waist of my leggings. “I can’t wait to make you come.”

If possible, my pussy grows even damper. I can’t wait for that either. I can’t wait to feel him inside of me. I can’t wait?—

“Shit.” I pull back as a thought occurs to me.

“Are you okay?” His brow furrows in concern. “Was I moving too fast?”

“No, no. It’s not you. You’re perfect. I was just thinking…” I chew on my bottom lip, which is still sensitive from his kisses and beard.

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