Page 15 of My Wild Mountain Man

“So responsive,” I mumbled, loving the way her skin turned to gooseflesh. I kissed my way back to her lips, but this time, it wasn’t slow.

It was deeper.

Hungrier.

The animal inside of me rattled against its cage. Her taste, the feel of her sweet body wrapped around me was too much for a wild mountain man like me to handle without taking it further.

“Fuck,” I cursed, panting against her mouth. “I should take you home,” I rasped, staring at her. Her eyes still shut, I could see the idea wasn’t something she wanted.

“Why?” she pouted, and I watched, completely captivated as her eyes fluttered open, lust and desire hazing her vision.

“Because you got work early in the morning tomorrow.” The excuse was flimsy at best. “And if I kiss you any longer, I’m going to fuck you out here under the moon against my truck,” I laid out honestly, hoping it would frighten her away.

But my pretty girl was too bold and too brave for her own good.

Her kiss-swollen lips parted, and her pretty, brown eyes widened with surprise and something else. Something that looked a lot like the need to take on the challenge I had unknowingly set down.

My girl wasn’t as innocent as she seemed.

It was obvious she liked the idea of being naughty out in public.

“My pretty girl likes that idea,” I rumbled, and she bit her lip. She didn’t answer me, but she didn’t have to. Those dark eyes of hers gave her away.

“I should get you home.”

“Or—"

“Don’t finish that sentence, Raven,” I warned, swallowing hard enough to feel my prominent Adam’s apple bob up and down. “I can only say no so many times. We have a plan. One long weekend,” I spit out. One long weekend.Will it be enough?

“One long… right,” she whispered, and for a moment, I lost her eyes. They dropped to the ground, and I could hear her thinking loud and intrusive thoughts. “Because of Onyx.” She wasn’t asking but stating a fact.

“Raven––“

“I get it. I do. Will you put me down, please?” A muscle at my jaw twitched before I did as she asked, slowly setting her back down on the ground. “I shouldn’t have waited around; it was stupid.” She shook her head before combing her fingers through her shiny dark locks.

“Baby—"

“It’s okay.” She smiled up at me. Too brightly. Too fake. I hated it. I wanted that sweet real smile back.

“You’re right. Friday.” She started to walk away, and I frowned as I reached for her hand, pulling her back in front of me.

“I’ll take you home.”

“I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

“Why?” I rasped. She looked up at me, confused, and who could blame her? I was giving her mixed signals. Fucking hell. What the hell had I done by opening this can of worms?

“I just… maybe you were right.”

“About?”

“I don’t know.” She frowned. Her gaze dropped to the ground as if she found the tips of our shoes the most interesting thing in the world.

“Talk to me.”

“You want to wait till this weekend so we can… screw each other out of our systems.” Again, not a question but a statement. And even though it was true, I fucking hated how it sounded.

“Raven,” I started to say, but my brave girl simply shrugged.

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