Page 18 of Marked by the Mountain Man

He shrugs. “Wherever you like.”

I level my eyes on his. “Where would you put it?”

His face flushes, and he swallows hard. “Here maybe,” he whispers, big, rough hands sliding up the outsides of my legs andcoming to rest on my thighs. He squeezes them, his right thumb rubbing tiny circles in the flesh above my knee.

I shudder on my inhale, my pussy clenching so tightly, I wonder if he can smell my arousal. God, temptation has never foundered me like this before.

Hudson leans forward, kissing the spot his thumb rubs and tickling me with his scratchy beard. I want his lips and beard everywhere, on every inch of my body.

The mountain man swallows hard. “Or maybe here,” he murmurs, lips feathering sensually to the inside of my thigh as he pushes my legs up, bending my knees and parting them.

He steps between them, eyes black as sin. “We could try here,” he continues throatily, mouth moving up my inner thigh. My exhale sizzles, my lower core on fire.What in the hell is this man doing to me with his huge, demanding hands and kissable lips?

His fingertips slide higher, and I’m drenched, desperate for his touch. Fuck, I want Hudson Adair. More than food. More than wine. More than the goddamned air in this room.

“God, Hadleigh, I want you so much I can’t even think.” He pronounces each word slowly and seductively, straightening and coming for my mouth.

His lips brush over mine gently at first. My hands slide around his neck, gripping him and communicating my urgency. Crashing into my mouth, his hot, hungry tongue invades me ravenously, lighting my nerves on fire.

My pulse pounds as delicious shivers of need grip my core, his thick beard tickling my cheeks. He claims me unhesitatingly, claiming everything and giving even more until desire hums through my head, my body alive and so needy I don’t know how much more I can take.

Teasingly, he traces his lips down my neck, across my shoulders, and tantalizingly close to my tits. My nipples pebble,demanding his mouth.Would it be so bad to pull down my dress and my bra? Let him suck my tits and push me over the edge?Never has yearning felt so all-consuming.

He bites my nipple through the stretchy fabric, and I cry out, pussy throbbing and pulsing for him. His hands cover my body, sliding into the hollow of my lower back and pressing my damp need tightly against his rock-hard arousal.

A ragged sigh escapes his lips. He grabs my hips demandingly, arching them towards his cock as he continues to play and tease my tits. I want every stitch of clothes between us gone, flesh on flesh, absorbing and filling each other’s desires. My panties are a mess, the physical manifestation of an animal need that grinds through me. I wonder if he can smell me, feel my moisture and fire through my panties and his jeans.

My hips buck towards him, betraying my silent demand. He lowers his head between my legs, saying, “I want you to watch me get you off. Let me show you how amazing your fucking body is and how much you need me.”

“On the kitchen counter?” I ask, losing the battle with reason.

“On the kitchen counter.” His fingertips dig beneath the waistband of my panties, pulling the slippery fabric down my legs. He buries his nose in the drenched silk and lace, smelling my arousal, his eyes nearly black.

“Fuck, you smell like you’re mine. All mine.” He licks my panties, adding, “These belong to me now.”

“A souvenir?” I arch my eyebrow.

“A goddamned shrine to the sacred space I worship.” He pockets them without hesitation, his eyes ravenous, his cock tenting hard against his jeans.

“Don’t you want out of your wet clothes?” I whisper, eyeing his erection and desperate to see more of him.

“Not until after I’m tongue and knuckles deep in your pussy.”

My channel spasms, greedy and needy. I didn’t know a man could make me feel this desperate. He puts one leg over each shoulder.

“Oh, God,” I whimper, still processing that we’re doing this and frantic to ensure we don’t stop.

“Keep your eyes on me. Got it?”

A thousand shivers cover my flesh as his thick, warm tongue slides up my inner thigh, anticipation building. He alternates licking and lapping my flesh with demanding kisses, sucking me into his mouth and claiming me.

“Are you giving me hickeys?” I ask between fast-paced breaths.

“Fuck, yeah. I’m marking you as mine, Hadleigh. And when you see my lovebites on your thighs, I want you so turned on that you have to stroke your kitty in the bathroom, the bedroom, the kitchen … wherever the fuck you are while you think about me.”

I exhale sharply, head lolling back.

“Eyes on me,” he scolds. “I want you to watch me get you nice and juicy, creamed and ready to take this thick cock.”

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