Page 29 of Craved By the Mountain Man

“Breathe.”

I do.

His forearm stays exactly where it is.

He does not shift away from the softness of my stomach.

Does not reposition higher.

Does not act as if touching me there is something to avoid.

His hand spreads a little wider.

My pulse jumps.

“Now get loose.”

Right.

Self-defense.

I drop my weight and shift my hips.

Gavin catches the movement immediately.

“No.”

His hand moves to my hip.

My entire body lights up.

“Why?”

“You’re trying to pull away from me.”

“I thought that was the general goal.”

“You make space first.”

His palm presses against my hip, guiding the angle.

“Here.”

My ass brushes the front of his sweatpants.

Gavin goes completely still.

So do I.

Oh.

That is not subtle.

The hard length of his erection presses against me through the thin fabric of his sweatpants and my shorts.

Heat floods my face.

Neither of us moves.