Page 44 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

Hrn.

I mean … it’s not a no, but…

Way ahead of yourself there, Clark.

I started kissing him to distract myself from a specific visual in my head. Would he take his time? Would he understand that I’d need a crazy amount of prep, both mental and physical, for that kind of thing?

Holy fuck, why was I imagining this already?

“What’s this look?” he asked, pulling me into the large shower. “I can tell your imagination has gone into overdrive, but I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.”

“How the fuck is that supposed to fit?” I asked, gesturing at the goddamned anaconda between his legs.

I immediately grimaced becausewhat the fuck was I saying?

“Slowly, and with consent,” he answered, grinning as he pulled me against the solid mass of his chest.

River was right. I amsuch a dork.

“This water pressure is fucking amazing,” I mumbled, nosing his nipple as I let the water beat down on me.

Instead of calling me out on the subject change, Beau grunted, palming the back of my head.

I looked up, blinking water from my lashes. “You like?”

He ran his teeth over his bottom lip and nodded. I nosed him again, and he inhaled sharply. I licked my lips, then drew the tight peak into my mouth.

“Clark,” he moaned, his cock thickening between us.

I sucked, letting my hands roam over his hips. His ass.

“Bite it,” he demanded. “Lightly.”

I grinned, sucking him between my teeth with the slightest amount of pressure. His cock pressed against my hip. He grabbed my cheeks, massaging them and pulling me against him.

“Fuck, stop,” he said, pushing me away.

I blinked slowly.

He chuckled. I opened one eye. “Why do I feel like you’re making fun of me?”

“Not making fun.” He rolled his lips inward. “But you’re incredibly cute when you’re horny.”

I snarled at him, but he gestured to his drooling cock. “I almost came again.”

“Really?” I asked, far too proud of myself.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t realize that he was repositioning me face first up against the wall.

“I’m not…” I froze. “Not ready for…”

He kissed my shoulder. “I don’t wanna fuck you. I wanna eat you.” He pressed more kisses along my shoulders. Up my neck.

“Eat me as in…”

He went to his knees behind me and spread my cheeks. Nosing at my hole, he repeated, “Eat you.”

“Oh.” Deep breath. “Yes, please.”