Page 16 of Possessed By the Mountain Man
My voice drops dark. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
Thunder cracks so loud the windowpanes tremble. Aspen flinches.
Without thinking, I curl a hand around her hip.
She freezes.
Then melts. Just a little.
Her ass fits against me too perfectly. Dangerous.
“Careful,” I murmur at her ear. “Won’t take much for me to forget those rules of yours.”
“We—we didn’t break?—”
“You’re in my bed,” I remind her. “Holding my hand. Pressed against my cock. You sure you want to finish that sentence?”
She swallows. Hard.
“You’re—” she tries again, but she can’t get it out.
“Say it,” I order, not loosening my grip on her.
“You’re hard,” she finally whispers.
My smile is slow. Brutal. “Sweetheart, that’s not hard.”
I grind against her once—slow—just enough for her to feel everything she shouldn’t.
“This is hard.”
She makes a sound that’s nearly sinful.
“Thorne…” she warns.
“Yeah?”
“We—this—this is?—”
“Unavoidable.”
Her breath catches again. She twists to look back at me, and her lips end up a whisper from mine. Her eyes are wild. Her cheeks flushed. Her breathing wrecked.
“You want a fight,” I murmur. “But you don’t. You want to be wanted. And I do. I want every wild inch of you.”
“We can’t?—”
“We can,” I counter. “We’re just not.”
Her brows pull together. “What?”
Her confusion is cute. Dangerous. Mine for the taking.
I pin her to the mattress with my body—carefully—keeping my weight balanced above her. My hand slides to her jaw, thumb dragging over her lower lip, slow.
She trembles.
“This is your warning,” I tell her. “I touch you again—I won’t fucking stop. You get that?”
