Page 30 of Craved By the Mountain Man

His breathing changes behind me.

Mine stops entirely.

I should step away.

Instead, I become painfully aware of every place our bodies touch.

His chest against my back.

His arm around my middle.

His hand gripping my hip.

His cock hard against my ass.

“Gavin.”

My voice comes out much softer than intended.

His fingers flex once against my hip.

Then he releases me and steps back.

Cold air rushes into every place his body had been.

I turn.

His face has changed.

The easy edge is gone.

His silver-gray eyes are fixed on me with an intensity that makes my stomach tighten.

I swallow.

“Was that part of the lesson?”

“No.”

Oh.

I look at him.

He looks at me.

My mouth goes dry.

“Good to know.”

His gaze drops to my lips.

Every nerve in my body wakes up.

I could move.

I could step closer.

I think he knows it.