Page 42 of Craved By the Mountain Man

Control is becoming a fucking memory.

I back her toward the island without taking my mouth from hers.

Her hips meet the edge, and I follow her in, keeping her close as my hand spreads over her side.

She is soft beneath my palm.

Exactly the way I imagined.

Only better.

Because imagining her never told me how naturally my hand would settle around her waist, how readily she would come closer when I pulled her in, or how hard she would shiver when my thumb found the strip of bare skin where her shirt had ridden up.

I need more.

My hand slips beneath the cotton.

Her skin is hot against my palm.

She gasps into my mouth.

That sound nearly strips away what little control I have left.

I break the kiss long enough to drag air into my lungs before one kiss turns into me putting her on this island and finding out exactly how much more she’ll let me have.

Her eyes open.

Dark and dazed, fixed on mine.

Her lips are swollen from my mouth.

I stare at them, every decent intention I had hanging by a thread.

“Hannah.”

I don’t even know what the hell I’m about to say.

Doesn’t matter.

She catches my lower lip between hers and kisses me again.

That destroys the rest of it.

I drag her back against me and take her mouth like I’ve been starving for it.

Because I have.

Chapter 6

Hannah

Gavin’s mouth is still on mine when his hands close around my hips.

Then I am moving.

I make a startled sound as he lifts me onto the island, and he swallows it with another kiss before stepping between my knees.

Once Gavin Mercer stops behaving, he seems determined to make up for lost time.