Page 47 of Craved By the Mountain Man

His lips are wet, his eyes dark and fixed on mine.

“Please what?”

I stare at him.

He cannot possibly be serious.

Then one eyebrow lifts.

He is serious.

“Don’t stop.”

His mouth curves.

“Good girl.”

Heat clenches low inside me.

I am definitely going to regret teaching him that phrase works.

Not right now.

Later.

Much later.

His mouth returns to me, and his hand follows. One finger presses into me first, making my breath hitch at the unfamiliar stretch.

Gavin immediately eases his pace.

His eyes lift to mine.

“You good?”

“Yes.”

The answer comes out breathless.

He gives me another moment before moving his finger deeper.

The sensation is strange for all of three seconds.

Then his tongue circles my clit again.

Strange becomes irrelevant.

My head falls back.

“Oh.”

A second finger joins the first only after my body has relaxed around him, stretching me more while his mouth keeps working.

My thighs tremble.

There are too many sensations at once.

His fingers filling me.