Page 32 of Bewitched By the Mountain Man
“I love you. That’s all that matters.”
The words steal my breath. Helovesme. He’s never said it before. Sure, he’s said he was falling for me, but this is different.
I turn to him. “What did you say?”
He glances back at me. “You heard me. I said I love you.”
“You never said it before.”
He chuckles, his fingers sliding higher, under my dress.
“Ahh, well, I certainly showed it, didn’t I?”
A mischievous spark ignites in my chest. “Having sex with me doesn’t mean you love me,” I tease.
Without warning, he swerves the car into a deserted lot, the tires crunching against gravel as the headlights cut through the darkness.
“Lachlan, what are you doing?” I ask as he slams the car into park and turns to me with a feral expression.
He unbuckles his seatbelt and lunges across the console, his hands deftly undoing my seatbelt. He yanks my dress up, bunching it around my hips.
“It does for me,” he growls. “You think I’m kidding, Tessa? I haven’t been with anyone in years.Years. I don’t fuck around. I don’t take this lightly.”
Before I can respond, he pulls my panties aside, and his mouth is on me, his tongue finding my clit.
“Lachlan, my God.”
My hands tangle in his hair as he devours me, his lips sucking, his tongue circling, teasing, driving me wild. I buck against his face, a wicked urge rising.
“Are you sure you love me? Maybe I’m just here for the sex,” I tease.
He freezes, his mouth stilling, and I feel the shift in him. He pulls back. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Tessa.”
He climbs out of the car, slamming the door, and before I can react, he’s at my side, yanking open the passenger door and pulling me out with a firm grip on my arm.
“Lachlan!”
He spins me around, pushing me against the side of the car, the cold metal biting into my palms as I brace myself. The headlights cast a stark glow across the empty lot. His body presses against mine from behind.
“Say it again,” he grunts, lifting my dress, digging his hands into my hips. “Tell me you don’t feel this, that you’re just here for a fuck.”
I bite my lip, the thrill of toying with him making my blood sing. “Maybe this is just a game to me. Just sex.”
He lets out a low groan as he yanks my panties down completely, letting them fall to the gravel.
“You’re a fucking liar,” he says. “You think I don’t know you? You think I can’t feel you love me?”
His fingers dip lower, brushing my soaked entrance. “What do I need to do to show you?”
His fingers slide up from my pussy to my ass, circling the tight, untouched entrance with a pressure that makes me tense.
“You think you can keep playing with me, Tessa? Do I need to take you right here, in this tight little ass, to prove how much I love you? To show you you’re mine?”
He slides his cock, now free from his jeans, along the curve of my ass. I’ve never done this before, never even considered it. But the way he’s touching me… it’s a rush I can’t resist.
“Yes,” I whisper, my body aching for him to push me further.
He bends me over the hood of the car, the metal warm from the engine against my stomach. He teases my entrance with his fingers, easing me open.
