Page 31 of Beastly Mountain Man

His reaction pleased me enough that I wanted another.

I reached for his belt.

Lucky caught my hand gently and brought it back to his chest.

“Come here first.”

His mouth covered mine.

He undressed me slowly, asking before he lifted my sweater and waiting while I stepped out of my trousers. By the time my bra joined the rest of my clothes, my hair had worked loose enough to fall over one shoulder.

Lucky’s attention moved over me.

There was nothing polite about the desire in his face.

My skin flushed.

He touched my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples before his mouth replaced one hand.

Pleasure shot straight through me.

I gripped his shoulders.

“Oh, that feels good.”

Lucky lifted his head just enough to answer. “Then I’m not changing anything.”

He went back to what he was doing.

I laughed, then lost the laugh when his tongue moved over my nipple again.

He kissed lower, across my stomach, down toward the waistband of my underwear. When his fingers hooked lightly beneath it, he looked up.

“Yes,” I said.

Lucky slid the fabric down my legs.

I lay back against the bed while he moved between my thighs.

My first instinct was to reach for him—to touch him, make sure he was enjoying this, keep the exchange even.

Lucky caught my hand gently and kissed the inside of my wrist.

“You can touch me because you want to. You don’t have to keep me busy while I’m touching you.”

The accuracy of that irritated me for approximately one second.

Then his mouth brushed the inside of my thigh.

“I want to touch you.”

“I know. You’ll get to.” He kissed higher. “What do you want right now?”

My answer came quickly this time.

“Your mouth.”

Lucky’s attention sharpened.