Page 17 of Craved By the Mountain Man

I turn back to the steaks.

I plate the food and set hers in front of her.

She looks down, then up.

“That is a lot of steak.”

“Eat what you want.”

“I don’t need all of this.”

There is something in the way she says it that has nothing to do with hunger.

I look at her.

She looks away.

Not tonight.

“Then don’t finish it.”

Her eyes come back to mine.

“No lecture?”

“About steak?”

“Never mind.”

She cuts into it and takes a bite.

Her eyes close.

For one second, her lips part as she exhales.

My cock presses harder against my sweatpants.

I look down at my own plate.

“This is really good.”

I grunt.

Her eyes open.

“Was that a thank-you grunt?”

“Yes.”

“I’m learning your language.”

I take a bite before I say what comes to mind.

Her in my bed.

Her under me.

Her legs wrapped around my waist while that smart mouth finally stops talking because I have given it something better to do.