Page 54 of Craved By the Mountain Man

The roughness in his voice kills my next joke.

His fingers keep moving until my hips start following the rhythm without permission.

He watches.

That might be the hottest part.

Gavin watches every reaction as though he intends to memorize them.

His cock presses against my thigh, thick and hot, and I reach for him again.

This time he lets me.

My fingers close around him.

A guttural sound catches in his throat.

Oh, I like that.

I stroke him again.

His head drops briefly.

“Fuck.”

Pride blooms through me.

Possibly the least appropriate pride I have ever experienced.

“You like that.”

His eyes lift to mine.

“Careful.”

“I’m beginning to think that word means something different when you say it.”

“It means you’re testing how much control I have left.”

My mouth goes dry.

“How much?”

“Not enough.”

Then he kisses me.

Hard.

His hand leaves my clit and closes around my hip. He shifts between my thighs, and I feel the broad head of his cock move through my wetness.

My heart pounds harder.

This is it.

Gavin lifts his head.

His eyes hold mine.