Page 29 of Beastly Mountain Man

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

The first kiss was warm and controlled.

The second lasted considerably longer.

My back met the edge of the island as I pulled him closer, fingers sliding into his hair while his arm came firmly around my waist. He tasted faintly of wine and chocolate, but beneath both was simply Lucky—warm skin, clean soap, the slight roughness of his beard against my mouth.

The size of him surrounded me without making me feel trapped.

I wanted more of it.

Lucky kissed along my jaw.

I tipped my head.

His beard scraped beneath my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine. My nipples tightened under the soft sweater. Lower down, my pussy pulsed with the same wanting that had been building since yesterday, only stronger now because there was no maintenance call, no broken door, no property problem between us—only choice.

I turned my face and found his mouth again.

We reached the couch without either of us proposing a route.

Lucky sat, and I settled partly across his lap, one knee tucked beside his hip. His palm slid beneath the back of my sweater, spreading warmth over my skin.

I made a soft sound against his mouth.

He slowed immediately.

“You good?”

“More than good.”

“I wanted to make sure.”

I smiled. “I know.”

Then I kissed him until he stopped asking questions for a while.

His body was hard beneath mine. I felt the thick pressure of his cock through his jeans when I shifted closer, and the physical evidence of what I was doing to him sent another rush of arousal through me.

I liked being wanted by him, liked knowing it, liked that neither of us was pretending not to know anymore.

Lucky’s mouth moved to my throat.

My fingers tightened in his hair.

For once, wanting something did not need to become complicated before I said it.

“Lucky.”

He lifted his head.

“I want to go to the bedroom.”

“You want me to come with you?”

“Yes.” I ran my thumb along the edge of his beard. “Very much.”