Page 46 of Craved By the Mountain Man

Heat floods my face.

Gavin does not seem remotely embarrassed on my behalf.

His gaze is heavy and hungry, fixed between my thighs as if nothing else in the cabin deserves his attention.

“Look at you,” he mutters.

The roughness in his voice reaches places he has not even touched yet.

Then he leans in.

The first stroke of his tongue shocks a gasp out of me.

My hands fly to his shoulders as pleasure snaps through my body, sharp enough that my back arches and his name breaks from me.

“Gavin.”

He does not stop.

His tongue moves over me again, broad and wet, tracing through my slit before finding my clit. The first swirl around it makes my thighs tighten around his shoulders.

Oh God.

There should be some kind of warning before a man who looks like Gavin discovers he is also extremely talented at this.

My fingers dig into him.

His mouth closes around my clit.

The pull makes my hips jerk toward him.

A low growl vibrates against me.

That nearly ends me.

Gavin grips me harder, spreading my thighs and holding me open while his mouth works between them. He wants to see what he is doing to me, and judging by the rough sound he makes when I get wetter beneath his mouth, he likes the evidence.

A lot.

His tongue finds the same sensitive spot again.

My breath catches.

Then again.

“Oh my God.”

His hands tighten when I try to move closer, anchoring me exactly where he wants me while his mouth continues the relentless assault on my ability to function.

My legs are starting to shake.

“Please.”

Gavin stops.

The sudden absence nearly kills me.

I look down.