Page 45 of Craved By the Mountain Man

I stare at him.

“Do I look like I want you to stop?”

His mouth curves.

“No.”

“Good.”

“Good girl.”

My entire body reacts before my pride can intervene.

Gavin notices.

His expression changes.

Oh, that cannot be good.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“That is absolutely not a nothing face.”

His hand tightens on my thigh.

“Do that again.”

“Do what?”

“React like that when I praise you.”

My face goes hot.

“I did not react.”

He smiles, and it is devastating.

“Liar.”

“Excuse me, I think I would know what my own body—”

Gavin does not give me time to finish.

His hands find the waistband of my shorts, and my sentence disappears along with them. He pulls them down my legs with my panties, leaving both abandoned on the kitchen floor before he drops to his knees between mine.

My breath catches.

Well.

That escalated beautifully.

Gavin grips the backs of my thighs and pulls me closer to the edge of the island until I have no choice but to open wider around his shoulders.

Then he looks at me.

Or rather, at a part of me I have never had anyone look at quite this intently before.