Page 11 of My Mountain Man Boss
I take in deep breaths until the urge to run subsides. It’s replaced by a new urge. One that starts in my core and throbs through my body.
My gaze flick to his lips. I want desperately to taste them.
He’s so close, but he doesn’t move toward me like I want him to. He’s waiting for me to come to him. Landon’s been coming on strong, and he won’t push me physically. But being physical with him is exactly what I need.
I rise up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. Landon groans at the contact and his hand grasps the back of my head, tangling in my hair.
Warmth spreads from his lips down my body. His other hand cups my cheek. The grooves of his callused palm is rough against my smooth skin.
My body shifts toward his, and I act on instinct. I’ve never been intimate with a man before, but my body knows what to do. It knows what I need.
I shift toward him, and his hand slides down my body to my waist. We’re wearing layers of hiking gear and thick coats, but as his body pushes against mine, every part of me lights up. I want to strip the layers off; I want to feel his skin on mine.
“Amy.” He groans my name, and the hot breath on my neck sends heat skittering over my body.
I shouldn’t be here; we shouldn’t be doing this. My mind screams at me to stop. But my body has taken over, giving in to the sensations that are coursing through me.
The attraction is too strong to ignore, and suddenly we’re pulling at each other’s jackets. He unzips mine, and I unzip his. Then our bodies meet, and there're layers of t-shirt between us, but the thin fabric blocks none of the sensations. My breasts bump up against his chest, and my nipples spring to attention.
His hands slide around my waist and inside my jacket as he pulls me toward him. Something hard pushes against my lower belly, and I gasp when I realize what it is.
I roll my belly over his hardness, and Landon groans. The deep rumble that comes out of him is the sexiest sound I’ve heard. My core tugs and I press my thighs together, needing to ease this ache.
His hand creeps lower over my ass, which is still clad in my waterproof pants.
My breath comes hard and fast as I rub myself against him. I need something from him, and I’m not sure what it is.
His hand slides around the front of my pants, and he undoes the zipper. “Are you okay with this?”
He pulls back to see my face, and in the dim light his eyes are pools of desire.
This is my chance to say no. This is my chance to walk away and not do this. But instead, I nod like a fool and press my aching core against his leg.
Landon seems to know what I need, because his hand slides into my pants and I gasp at the heat he brings. He rubs his hand over my cotton panties, and the sensation makes me cry out.
“Are you okay?”
He pauses, and my eyes fly open. “It feels good.”
My words are a whimper. I’ve lost my ability to speak. I’ve touched myself before, but no man has ever made me feel like this.
I cling onto Landon as he slowly strokes my most sensitive parts. I should pull back but instead I lean into his hand, seeking the spot that will give me release.
Cool air caresses the back of my neck, and the noises of the forest ring out clearly as all my senses focus on one tiny part of me.
Then the damn breaks. The sounds of the forest fade, my ears ring, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight. I cry out as the climax thunders through my body.
My body shudders as wave after wave of release passes through me. Just when I think I’ve come down, Landon moves his hand again in small circles, applying just the right amount of pressure.
I come again within moments and once more after that.
Only after I’ve finished shuddering does he release me. His hand slips out of my trousers, and he gently zips them back up.
I’m glad it’s dark so he can’t see my face, which must be bright red with embarrassment. I’ve never let myself go like that in front of anyone.
He zips up his jacket, and I stop his hand. “How about you?”
He takes my hand and brings my palm to his lips. “I’m fine, Amy. We’d better get you back.”
