Page 43 of Craved By the Mountain Man

My hands go to his shoulders. He is hot beneath my palms, all hard muscle and bare skin, and there is nothing accidental left between us now.

His hand slides higher along my thigh.

I gasp against his mouth.

He pulls back just enough to look at me.

“Still don’t want me to behave?”

His voice is rough and low, carrying enough warning to send heat rushing through me.

“Still.”

His fingers tighten.

“Good.”

That one word goes straight through me.

His mouth finds my neck, and I tip my head back as his lips move over my skin.

“Gavin.”

A rough sound leaves him.

His hand climbs my thigh again.

“You keep saying my name like that, I’m going to assume you want something.”

“I thought we established that.”

His mouth curves against my skin.

“We did.”

His teeth graze the sensitive place below my ear, and whatever argument I might have made disappears.

He kisses me harder, one hand gripping my hip while the other slips beneath my shirt. His palm moves over my side, the scrape of his calluses against my skin making every inch he touches feel claimed.

When his hand crosses my stomach, I tense before I can stop myself.

Gavin feels it.

His mouth leaves mine.

“Don’t.”

My cheeks heat. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You pulled away.”

“I did not.”

His hand settles more firmly over the softness of my stomach.

“You did.”

I open my mouth to argue, but the look in his eyes stops me.