Page 88 of Craved By the Mountain Man

That one word hits harder than anything else.

I swallow.

“Gavin.”

“You’re staying.”

I should argue.

I really should.

Instead, I press my ass back into him again.

His control snaps.

Good.

Exactly what I wanted.

He doesn’t waste another second.

His hand drops from my hip to the waistband of my pants and panties, fingers hooking into both with possessive urgency.

With one hard tug, he drags them down over my hips and thighs.

I kick them free before he crowds back against me.

I’m left exposed, the cool air of the cabin hitting my skin for barely a heartbeat before the searing heat of his groin presses against my ass.

“You want me to prove it?” he rasps, his voice thick and dangerous. “I’ll prove it until you can’t remember your own name.”

His hand slides between my thighs.

He finds me instantly, his fingers pushing into my soaking pussy.

I cry out, my forehead pressing against the wall as his thumb finds my clit and circles hard enough to make my knees buckle.

He catches my weight with his other arm, locking me against him and holding me firmly in place.

“Look at you,” he growls against my ear. “Dripping for me. Begging for it without saying a word.”

I barely have time to breathe before his hand leaves me.

Then I hear his zipper.

The sound is shockingly loud in the room.

A second later, the heavy heat of his cock presses against me.

Gavin grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulls my ass back and angles me exactly where he wants me.

Then he drives forward in one hard thrust.

I scream.

He buries himself completely inside me, so deep the force of it knocks the breath from my lungs.

The stretch is overwhelming, the blunt pressure almost too much, my body forced open around every thick inch of him.