Page 56 of Craved By the Mountain Man

The ache has already started easing.

I lift my hips again.

Gavin’s hand clamps around my thigh.

“Hannah.”

“I’m okay.”

His eyes open.

I hold his gaze.

“I want you.”

That does it.

He kisses me as he pushes deeper, taking more of me until the stretch turns sharp again and I gasp into his mouth.

He stops.

Waits.

Then moves when I pull him closer.

By the time his hips finally meet mine, I am breathing hard against his shoulder.

Gavin is completely still.

Inside me.

All of him.

The thought alone nearly makes my brain short-circuit.

“Jesus,” I whisper.

His mouth presses against my temple.

“You good?”

I test the feeling by moving my hips.

Gavin’s entire body locks.

That answers several questions.

“Yes.”

His hand tightens on my thigh.

“Better than good?”

I look at him.

“Are you fishing for compliments right now?”

His hips pull back.