Page 13 of Maple Kissed by the Mountain Man

There was a heavy, breathless pause.

Then two warm, soft hands settled on my broad shoulders.

Maggie climbed onto my back, and every ounce of control I had left disintegrated into ash.

Her generous breasts pressed flat against my shoulder blades. Her legs opened wide around my hips, her plush thighs filling my hands as I reached back and hooked my forearms beneath them to lock her in place.

Soft.

Scorching warm.

Substantial enough to make me want to drive her back against the nearest pine tree and press myself between those thighs right now.

Maggie’s arms wrapped tight around my neck. “Are you sure you can handle my weight, giant?”

I surged up to my full height in one smooth motion.

She let out a startled, breathless gasp, clinging tighter to my chest.

“Easily,” I growled.

“You could have warned a girl.”

“I said I was standing up.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Hold on.”

She buried her face into the side of my neck, wrapping herself around me like a vine.

Her cheek was pressed against my face. Every hot breath she exhaled washed over my pulse point. I was engulfed in her—her sweet apple scent, her arms and legs around me.

The pressure of my erection trapped against the denim of my jeans was damn near unbearable.

I stepped into the rushing water.

Maggie tightened her grip as the current splashed high enough to wet her jeans.

“Don’t you dare drop me, Ford.”

“Quit moving.” I tightened my grip on her thighs, my thumbs digging deep into the soft, plush flesh on the back of her legs.

She went dead quiet. That silence was somehow fifty times worse.

Her body shifted rhythmically against mine as I navigated the submerged rocks. Every rise and fall dragged her center over the small of my back, sending sharp jolts straight down into my groin. I heard her breath hitch, felt her fingers dig deeper into my shoulders, her groin riding right over the swell of my ass.

The crossing couldn’t have been more than fifteen feet wide. It felt like walking through hellfire.

When my boots finally struck the opposite bank, I loosened my hold on her thighs. “You can get down now.”

Maggie didn’t move. She remained wrapped tightly around my back.

“Maggie.”

“I heard you.”

“Then get off.”