Page 11 of Moody Mountain Man
“She’s busy,” he growls.
Mark chuckles. “Didn’t realize you were her bodyguard.”
Cal leans down, lips brushing my ear, voice gravely enough to make my knees buckle. “I’m a lot more than that. You belong to me, Annie. Every inch. Every sound you make. You think I’m gonna share that?”
I swallow a gasp, heat shooting between my legs. Somehow, I manage a polite smile. “Sorry, Mark. I’m covered.”
Mark shrugs and drifts away, but I whirl on Cal. “You can’t just—”
“He was looking at you like he had a chance.”
“Maybe he did,” I tease recklessly.
His eyes blaze. He grips my hip harder, dragging me flush against him so I can feel exactly how hard he is. His voice is a growl only I can hear. “Say that again, and I’ll bend you over the nearest surface and remind you who you’re letting inside you.”
My breath catches. “Is that a promise?”
His answering smile is pure sin.
The barn at the edge of the fairgrounds is empty. There are just hay bales and shadows. I grab his hand and tug him inside before I combust.
“Annie—”
“Shut up,” I snap, pushing him against the wall and kissing him hard.
He groans, big hands grabbing my ass, lifting me until I wrap around his waist. His mouth devours mine, tongue stroking deep, hungry.
“You’re playing with fire,” he growls against my lips.
“Then burn me.”
He spins us, pressing me back into the rough wood. His mouth trails down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I arch, shameless, loving the way he claims me.
His hand slides under my sweater, palming my breast through my bra. I moan, grinding against him.
“Need you,” he mutters, tugging my jeans open.
“Here?” I gasp.
“Right here. Right now.”
My pulse pounds. The thought of someone hearing us makes me wetter. “Then don’t tease.”
He drops to his knees, shoving my jeans down. His mouth is on me before I can breathe.
“Cal!” I cry, one hand clutching the wall, the other fisting in his hair. His tongue works me mercilessly—slow, then fast, sucking my clit until I’m shaking. My hips buck, my breath breaks, and I fall apart, moaning his name into the rafters.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s up, kissing me hard. His jeans drop, and he lifts me again, sinking into me with one rough thrust.
The barn creaks with the force. Hay scatters. My moans echo in the shadows.
He pounds into me, relentless, murmuring filth into my ear. “So tight. So wet. All mine. Say it.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yours. Always.”
His pace falters, then quickens, and we’re both lost. Clawing, clinging, coming undone together in the shadows, our cries muffled by desperate kisses.
When it’s over, he holds me tight, my legs still wrapped around him, both of us panting, sweat cooling in the chill night air.
