Page 17 of Tempted By the Mountain Man
“You had that one ready.”
He just grins and I reach for the hem of my shirt. That’s when I start to feel self-conscious. I mean, Amos has muscles on top of muscles. His whole body looks like it’s made out of marble. Me, not so much.
“I’m not… I’m not exactly a size zero,” I warn him, and he glares at me.
“I know. It’s fucking hot. I love your body and all of your curves. I’ve been dying for a glimpse of them since I got here.”
I take a deep breath and then peel my shirt off over my head and toss it to the side. It takes me another minute to be able to look up at him and when I do, the breath stalls in my lungs.
His normally bright green eyes have darkened to hunter green. I’ve never had anyone look at me with such hunger before and seeing it written across his face has my own lust spiking in my bloodstream.
“Take off your shirt too,” I say, my voice coming out low and husky.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says and my pussy clenches at his words.
He doesn’t hesitate to peel his own shirt off and my mouth starts to water as I see his naked torso.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I blurt out and he grins mischievously at me.
He crooks his finger at me, and I rise to my knees, shuffling over to him. As soon as I’m within reach, he grabs my hips and lifts me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him.
“Kiss me,” he says and I nod, moving closer so that I can claim his mouth with mine.
My mouth waters, my whole body leaning into Amos. It’s like I have to taste him. My hips brush against him and pleasure slides into my belly, sticky and hot. His bare chest brushes against mine and I shiver at the contact.
His lips brush against mine, delicate at first, like a whisper, and I let out a soft sigh. Amos makes a hoarse sound, his fingers tightening on my hips until I’m sure that he’s leaving bruises.
The kiss changes then.
What started out as soft and exploratory quickly turns heated. Amos’s mouth goes to battle with my own, his lips angling against mine as we both breathe each other in. I can feel every hard plane of his body against mine, but it’s not enough.
I push closer, our lips clinging and molding against each other the same way that the rest of our bodies are. Amos’s tongue slicks across the seam of my lips and I moan under his lips, opening for him instantly.
“Camden. Love,” Amos breathes against my lips and his rough voice scrapes across my skin.
I jerk in his hold, the spell that his kiss put on me breaking at the sound of my voice falling from his lips.
Amos looks just as dazed as I feel and we both just stare at each other for a few heartbeats before I crawl out of his lap and back over to my spot.
“Kiss me again,” he says, and I choke out a laugh.
“It’s my turn. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
I debate what I want him to do. My body is telling me one thing. I need to come and I want him to be the one to do it, but can I really ask that of him? Can I be that bold?
What do I have to lose?
“Make me come,” I whisper and the look he gives me is absolutely feral.
He moves fast and he’s on me in the blink of an eye.
“Lie back for me,” he whispers, and I nod, hurrying to lie down next to the couch. There’s no way that we would both fit on the small love seat, so I don’t even try.
Amos crawls on top of me, kissing me quickly and slipping his tongue into my mouth before he pulls away.
