Page 44 of Craved By the Mountain Man

“I want this.”

My breath catches.

His thumb strokes my skin once.

“All of it.”

There is nothing careful or rehearsed in the way he says it. He simply looks at me as if wanting me exactly like this should have been obvious from the beginning.

Then he kisses me again.

My shirt does not survive much longer.

Gavin catches the hem and pulls it over my head, tossing it somewhere behind him before his gaze drops to me.

For one second, I almost cover myself.

Then I see his face.

“Fuck.”

The word comes out rough enough to erase the impulse.

His hands slide around my waist.

“You have any idea what you do to me?”

I shake my head.

“Good.”

His mouth drops to my throat.

“Then I get to show you.”

Oh.

That seems promising.

His hands move over me without hesitation, gripping my hips, tracing my waist, then sliding higher. One palm cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightens beneath his touch.

My breath catches.

His eyes drop to it.

“Fuck.”

The rough satisfaction in his voice sends another wave of heat through me.

Then his mouth follows his hand, and I quickly lose the ability to think about anything except where he is touching me and where I want him to touch next.

My fingers knot in his hair when his mouth moves lower.

“Gavin.”

He looks up at me, silver-gray eyes fixed on mine with enough hunger to make my pulse stumble.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”