Page 26 of Maple Kissed by the Mountain Man

I shivered at the dirty talk and did as he told me. I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to. I rocked on his fingers while his cock throbbed against my hip and his thumb worked my clit in tight, relentless circles. The rain hammered down on the tent. The lantern threw gold across his throat. I turned my face into his shoulder when my release hit me, biting down on his shoulder to not scream his name.

He stroked me through it, telling me I was perfect in a voice that did not sound like a man who used that word often. When I could breathe again, I reached down and wrapped my hand around him. He jerked like I’d burned him.

“Maggie.”

“You said you weren’t stopping.”

His eyes were nearly black. “I’m not. But if I get inside you right now, I’m not going to last, and I want my mouth on you first.”

I raised my head and dragged his bottom lip between my teeth.

“That sounds like a delightful plan.”

Chapter Five

Ford

She had no idea.

She’d already come on my fingers, shaking against me, and it hadn’t taken the edge off a damn thing. I still wanted my mouth between her thighs. I still wanted to get inside her and stay there.

I caught the back of Maggie’s neck, entangling my fingers in her damp hair, and yanked her mouth to mine.

The kiss was brutal compared to the one in the grove. Hungry, possessive, and thick with weeks of built-up frustration, our tongues tangling in a desperate clash. I’d spent the whole hike down the mountain trying to scrub the feel of her plush ass out of my palms, only for her to strip down in front of me, crawl into my sleeping bag, and press her hot thigh against my hard cock.

Oh, and come on my fingers.

I was done pretending I didn’t want her.

Maggie opened her mouth beneath mine with a soft, needy gasp. Her sweet taste flooded my mouth like wild honey.

My tongue stroked deep into her heat, taking her, while my hands roamed freely over her body until they were stopped by the waistband of her panties. “These have to go.”

She grinned up at me. “I agree.”

“I’ll have to remember that.” I whispered as I kissed my way down her body.

“Remember what?” I ran my mouth over her stomach.

“That taking off your panties makes you agreeable.”

She laughed. Actually laughed. And the sound made me smile. I didn’t smile much these days. But then I was doing a lot of things I’d never done before. Ever since Maggie had appeared in my life.

I hooked the waistband of her panties with my fingers and dragged them down her legs. She giggled as she helped. The lace caught on one ankle, and I ripped it free and threw it toward the boots.

I slid my palms up her leg.

“Ford—”

“I told you I wanted my mouth on you.”

I placed a kiss where her thigh met her hip and then pushed her legs open, spreading her for me. She was already pink, slick, and swollen from my fingers. I put my tongue flat against her pussy and licked her from entrance to clit in one slow pass.

Maggie’s whole body jerked. “Oh—fuck—”

“That’s the idea.”

I settled in. I licked her like I had all night and nowhere to be, because in that tent I didn’t. Even if the rain stopped and the creek went down, I wasn’t leaving her.