Page 17 of Maple Kissed by the Mountain Man

I lowered my head and brought my mouth down onto hers.

Her lips were soft, hot, and tasted of sweet berries and cream. Hell, how I wanted to taste her cream. I deepened the kiss, thrusting my tongue into her mouth the way I wanted to thrust it into her wet pussy. She let out a small, helpless gasp and whatever common sense I had left vanished.

I crushed her against my chest, my hand digging deeper into her ass, and hauled her clean off her feet. She went weightless against me, both boots leaving the ground.

My tongue stroked into her mouth, deep and possessive, and her small hands flew up, entangling her fingers in my hair, holding me to her. The kiss turned wild, hot, and ravenous in a fraction of a second.

She shifted her hips, rubbing her heat right against the throbbing length trapped between us.

A dark, guttural groan tore out of my chest into her mouth. “Wrap your legs around me,” I ordered against her mouth.

Her response was immediate. Both of her thighs clamped around my hips, putting her flush against the throbbing length of my cock. I wanted to drag her down into the leaves she was so crazy about. I wanted to rip her pants open, sink my fingers into her wet heat. Instead, I spread one hand under her ass, to hold her in place.

My other hand slid up beneath the hem of her jacket, my rough, calloused palm sliding over the bare, hot skin of her lower back, my thumb digging into one of the dimples at the bottom of her spine.

Maggie shivered violently, her back arching into my touch. Her nipples dragged hard against my chest through her clothes. A soft moan broke against my tongue. The sound shattered the haze in my brain, bringing me crashing back to reality.

We were outside with the weather rolling in fast. But I couldn’t seem to help myself.

I tore my mouth away from hers, breathing heavily, my hands heavy under her thighs, keeping her suspended against me. My dick was still throbbing rock-hard against her pussy. She was making helpless little rocks she didn’t seem to know she was making.

Maggie stared up at me, her brown eyes dark and glazed with want. Her berry-colored lips were swollen, glistening, and thoroughly kissed.

“Does that count against my time?” she whispered, leaning forward to bite the lobe of my ear. My body shuddered. I was one bad decision away from taking her right here on the mountain floor. From putting her on her back in the wet maple leaves.

“What do you think?” I rasped, my dark eyes searching her face.

Her fingers remained tangled tight in my hair. “I think you’re going to throw me off your mountain now.”

I looked down at her swollen, beautiful mouth.

I wanted her off my land more than ever—not because I wanted her gone, but because I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if she came back tomorrow, I wouldn’t stop at a kiss.

Chapter Four

Maggie

Ford Burke kissed like he did everything else—without wasting a single movement.

There had been no tentative brush of his mouth. No polite little pause while we decided whether it should happen. He’d taken hold of me and kissed me until my legs forgot their purpose.

Then he’d stopped.

I was still trying to forgive him for that part.

Ford stared down at me, his hand firm on my ass and his erection pressed hard against my stomach, his heavy heat throbbing through both layers of our denim. His breathing was almost as rough as mine.

Almost.

“Are you going to kiss me again?” I asked.

“No.”

His fingers tightened against my jeans, digging into the flesh of my ass.

“Your hand doesn’t agree.”

He released me so abruptly that I had to grab the front of his jacket to gain my balance as my legs fell to the ground.