Page 58 of Possessed By the Mountain Man
“Tell me what you want,” I demand.
“You,” she whispers.
“Say it,” I growl, needing the words, needing her wrecked honesty as much as she needs breath. “Say what you came here for.”
“I came for you,” she says fiercely. “I stayed for you. I?—”
Her voice cracks. She looks away.
I grip her chin and force her to meet my gaze. “Finish it.”
She swallows. Breath shaking. “I won’t survive losing you. Not after this.”
I press my forehead to hers. “Then don’t lose me.”
My chest cracks wide open. There’s no armor left. Just truth, raw and brutal.
“I’m yours,” I whisper.
“Then take me,” she whispers back.
I kiss her, soft and slow, teasing and biting at her lips.
“Come here, beautiful.” I pull her closer.
“Thorne–maybe–maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
“Is that what you want?”
“No–” comes her reply, “I want you–all of you–more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
My grin slides sideways. “Good–me too, baby. Me too.”
A small smile spreads across her lips before I force her onto my lap, her hot center rubbing against my straining dick. I push my fingers into her hair, tugging as I pull her lips to mine. I start soft and slow, and her arms curl up to my shoulders, scratching at my back, whispering around the nape of my neck.
She moans into my mouth and rocks her pussy into me. I press against her lips with need as my kiss becomes hungrier. I devour her, taste her, lick at her mouth, and take her in. I want to own her, be inside her, on top of her, all around her. “You’re so beautiful. So sweet and sexy. I’m cursed with wanting you.”
Her eyes flash with desire as she peers back at me.
“Let’s see how dirty you can be.”
Aspen blushes but stays still.
“I mean it.” I slip my fingers through her damp folds as my teeth edge at her nipples. “Don’t make me repeat it.”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. My eyes flick down to her chest, her rosy nipples flushed and begging for more of my attention.
My gaze trails down her soft body, delicious curves that make me want to feast for days. My cock throbs harshly, the bite of the zipper a cold reminder of the warmth I wish I was buried in.
Unable to take it any longer, I palm my rock-hard cock through my jeans as my other hand molds around her breast, tweaking at the nipple, twisting and massaging until she squeals and drips on my denim-covered thigh.
“So sensitive,” I breathe as I cup them, using one palm to hold them together, growling as my lips try to take in both nipples at once. I suck and swirl at her creamy flesh, using my teeth to nip and tantalize the hardened peaks.
“Could stare at you all fucking day, sweet Aspen.” I pull away, thumbs flicking over the nubs.
Wetness floods between her thighs with my words. Her beautiful eyes look up at me, so raw and vulnerable, everything I didn’t know I was so damn desperate for in my life.
I’m hardly able to form words around her. My body is too turned on, my brain flooding with lust constantly in her presence.
