Page 41 of Craved By the Mountain Man

I’m done lying to myself.

My hand closes around the back of her neck.

Her breath catches, but she comes toward me before I can pull her in.

She rises onto her toes.

I take her mouth.

The first taste of Hannah hits hard enough to wipe every decent thought out of my head.

Her lips are warm and soft against mine, and the little sound she makes when I kiss her goes straight to my cock.

My grip tightens at her nape as I take the kiss deeper.

There is nothing careful about the way she answers me.

Her fingers dig into my chest and she opens for me, kissing me back with enough hunger to make it clear I haven’t imagined a damn thing.

Two fucking years.

I spent two years remembering this woman without ever knowing what her mouth felt like.

Now I know, and one kiss isn’t going to be enough.

I wrap an arm around her waist and drag her flush against me.

Her softness meets every hard line of my body at once. Her breasts press against my chest, her soft stomach against my abs, and her hips settle against me so perfectly my cock goes painfully hard.

She feels it.

Her breath catches into my mouth.

For one second, I expect her to tense.

Instead, she presses closer.

A growl tears out of me.

Her hands slide over my shoulders and into my hair, and when she grips, the last of my patience takes another hit.

Fuck.

I kiss her harder.

My hand moves from her waist to her hip, filling my palm with the curve I’ve thought about far too many times. I pull her tighter against me and let her feel exactly what she is doing to my body.

She makes another soft, hungry sound against my mouth.

I want it again.

I want every sound she makes when I touch her. I want to know what I can drag out of her when I get my hands beneath that shirt, when there is nothing between my palms and all that warm, soft skin.

My cock throbs at the thought.

I angle her head and take her mouth deeper until there isn’t room in my head for anything except her.

She gives me everything back, fingers tightening in my hair as she rises against me and kisses me with a hunger that matches mine.