Page 25 of Maple Kissed by the Mountain Man

His thumb flexed against my hip, stroking the skin just above the waistband of my panties. I fought hard not to move his hand away. Too much soft flesh. Too much of me.

Ford’s hand went to the front of my bra and slowly undid the clasp. His palm slid inside, calloused and warm, rubbing over my nipple as he pushed the fabric aside. I arched into him before I could stop myself. That made him smile.

He did the same on the other side. Then he lowered his head, taking one aching peak into his mouth.

The scrape of his stubbled jaw along the tight peak had me giving a small whimper. “Ford.”

Something in my voice made him pause. “Maggie. What is it?”

“Nothing.” I kept my eyes closed.

He stopped. Took his hand—and damn him—his mouth away and cupped my jaw.

“Open your eyes.”

I did. Slowly.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Do you want to stop?”

I looked at his bare chest instead of his face. “There’s nowhere to hide in here.”

He settled more of his weight on his arm. “I don’t want you hiding from me.”

“That’s easy for you to say.” I glanced down at myself—practically bare—then at the thick muscle of his chest and shoulders. “Look at you. You’re built like a wall.”

“I know what I look like.” He caught my wrist and dragged my hand over the heavy slab of his pecs. “And I know what you look like.”

He shifted, pressing the hard length of his cock more firmly against my thigh. Again, the proof positive of how much he wanted me. That did something to a curvy girl.

He pulled the bra off my shoulders and tossed it aside as carelessly as he’d already gotten rid of everything else. His long, thick fingers spanned my ribs. I wanted them elsewhere. Lower. Higher. I didn’t care, as long as they stayed on me.

I felt it then—the confidence flickering back, tenuous but real.

“You’re breathtaking, Maggie.” His hand moved higher, his thumbs stroking across my hard nipples.

My mouth curved. “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Burke.”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean. You know that by now.”

“That’s true. Most of the time you don’t say anything at all.”

“I’ll make up for it.”

He bent his head and took one nipple straight into his mouth.

Heat tore through me. I shifted closer, spreading my legs wider and dragging the damp lace of my panties against his cock. I wanted him. I was still scared of being seen. But both things could be true.

He let out a sound between a growl and groan. Then his hand slid down my side, sliding under the waistband of my panties. He didn’t tease. Two thick fingers pressed over my clit, then lower, and he made another low sound when he felt how wet I was.

“Fuck, Maggie.”

“Don’t you dare get smug about it.” I dragged his mouth back down to mine.

“Too late.”

He rubbed a slow, firm circle over my clit, then pushed one finger inside me. I gasped into his mouth. He added a second and curled them. The sensation made my hips buck up, wanting more.

“That’s it,” he said. “Ride my hand.”