Page 104 of Mountain Daddy
I open.
And this time, it’s less gentle.
Luther slides his tongue into my mouth.
I moan.
He groans.
I cling to his shoulder with one hand while I slide the other up the back of his neck, dragging my nails against his scalp until I’m gripping his hair.
He groans again.
He wraps his arms around me, hands against my back, holding me steady.
I shift, widening my thighs.
Luther fills the space with his body. Pressing into me.
His teeth scrape across my bottom lip.
I tug on his hair.
He smiles against my lips. “Brat.”
“So you keep saying.” I release his hair and slide my hands back to his chest. “And you keep promising this punishment.” Iundo the top button on his shirt. “But…” I pop the next button free. “You keep rewarding me instead.”
“How am I rewarding you, Baby?”
“Pie.” The next button goes. “Compliments.” The next. “Kisses.”
His fingers flex as he grips my hips. He tugs me to him, closing the last inch until our bodies are flush.
Two layers of denim are between us, but that doesn’t stop the heat from pooling where his hard length presses against my core.
All the buttons undone, I grip his shirt and pull the two sides of his flannel apart, revealing the bare muscles beneath.
I slide my fingers down his stomach.
“I’ll punish you next time.” He speaks the words into my mouth.
I swallow them.
I moan against him, and his abs flex beneath my touch.
“Next time,” I agree.
I drop my hands to his belt.
His hands go to the hem of my shirt.
I tug at the leather.
He starts to lift my tank top.
And then a throat clears. “I justknowyou’re not about to fuck in my park. In broad daylight.”
I freeze.
