Page 13 of Snowbound Mountain Man

"I kissed you, didn't I?" I deflect, dropping my gaze to his chest because staring into those eyes is too much to handle.

His hands abandon my shirt, wrapping tight around my hips to drag me flush against him. "Not an answer. Do you want me, sweet girl?"

Asking me his question again, it's that endearment that makes me bite my lip hard. Beneath me, I can feel the way his body is reacting to our kiss.

My decision to put on my thickest pair of pajama pants to fight off the freezing draft had been genius a couple of hours ago, but between my thighs, the cold doesn't stand a chance. All I can feel is absolute heat as he shifts, the thick, heavy drag of his arousal pressing hard into me, making my breath hitch in my throat.

"I want you," I whisper, unable to deny the truth. No matter our differences, my feelings wouldn't change.

A rumble of satisfaction rolls through him, and I can see the way his eyes light up.

The words seem to kick him back into gear. He continues his attempt to pull my shirt off, and this time, there's no disruption.

Cool air tickles my skin the moment my chest is exposed, and it's the choked sound that leaves this man that makes my sex clench.

"No bra?" He curses under his breath as he stares at my breasts. His throat bobs. "You've got to warn a man, Juniper."

"I don't typically wear them when I'm home," I try to explain, but it's the small lift to his mouth that makes me stumble over my words.

This man looks so pleased with himself and what he sees.

Just when I think he plans on simply admiring the view, his hand drags up my stomach. He doesn't quickly get past the ugly parts. No, he squeezes and grazes in pure appreciation all the way up until the point that he's finally cupping my breast.

"So fucking pretty..." His thumb grazes my nipple as it hardens into a fine point. "You don't need them here, either. I want you to be comfortable..."

Mumbling the words, it sounds more like he wants the chance for something like this to happen again.

It's when he leans down that any ideas of teasing him melt away as his breath is hot against my skin and his lips near my other breast. I barely catch the flick of his tongue before he seals his mouth around my nipple. Pulling it deep into his mouth, the suction makes my back arch in an attempt to get more.

Has my chest ever been sensitive? Not that I can recall. There's something about the intensity in his gaze as his eyes refuse to leave mine that makes every part of my body light up.

Feeling the wet heat of his tongue flickering and lavishing at the nub leaves my pussy aching in envy. Even more when he does the same with my other breast, taking his time appreciating both of them until the skin there is as flushed as my face.

"A man could get addicted to something this sweet, Juniper..." Rasping like he's the one who is getting put through the wringer, a slight shift of my hips is the reminder I need that this man is just as aroused as I am.

The sight of him worshipping me so thoroughly sets off a dangerous thought in my mind that's becoming more appealing by the second. If the heat of his tongue feels this amazing on my chest, what would it feel like sliding between my thighs?

"Hunter..." I bury my hands into his hair, tugging at those peppered strands just enough to make him groan in approval. Not the type to voice my wants during such a vulnerable moment; this is different. I've never wanted something so terribly bad before.

"What is it?" Kissing between my breasts, he pulls back. Only then do I realize he's panting. "Tell me what you need."

"Would you..." My skin burns as I scramble for the nerve to say it aloud. "Um..."

His hand finds my chin the moment I try to shy away. "Juniper, I don't think there's a single thing you can ask of me right now where I'd say no. Tell me." Adding some weight to his words, they sound more like an order. "What do you want?"

"Your mouth." I swallow hard, forcing the truth past my lips. "I want your tongue."

A dark brow twitches up, his throat bobbing hard. "Where?"

God, I’m too old to feel this shy. "On my pussy, Hunter. I want your mouth right between my legs."

It's out in the open now, so if he wants to change his mind, he better get it over with.

His brows pinch together before his mouth twitches again, teasing me with a smile. "Aren't you an impatient little thing?"

Confused by what he means, I grunt when he slides me off his lap and practically tosses me to his left.

"If you think there is an inch of your body I'm not getting my mouth on by the end of tonight, you better think again." He reaches back and grabs the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Revealing a chest covered in more peppered hair, it's the swell of his chest that keeps my attention glued.