Page 48 of Craved By the Mountain Man

His tongue moving over my clit.

The grip on my thigh keeping me exactly where he wants me.

The increasingly obvious fact that Gavin knows exactly what he is doing.

The tension gathers low in my belly, winding tighter every time his fingers move inside me.

Gavin feels the change.

His eyes lift to my face.

Then he finds a spot that makes my entire body jerk.

I gasp.

He does it again.

“Right there.”

His fingers repeat the motion.

“Gavin, right there.”

That is all the instruction he needs.

His mouth stays on my clit while his fingers keep the same rhythm, and the pressure inside me builds so quickly I stop trying to follow it.

I grab his shoulders.

My legs shake.

“Gavin.”

He grips my thigh.

“I’ve got you.”

Something snaps.

Pleasure crashes through me so hard my breath disappears. My body locks around his fingers, hips lifting helplessly as his name tears out of me.

Gavin does not stop when I come. He stays between my thighs until the hardest waves finally ease, his mouth moving over me with softer strokes while my body still twitches from every touch.

When he finally rises, I am fairly certain several essential systems have shut down.

He looks wrecked.

That is extremely satisfying.

His hand comes up beneath my chin, tilting my face toward his.

“So did I behave?” he asks, voice rough.

I stare at him.

Then manage, “Well.”

His chest moves with a quiet laugh.