Page 27 of Maple Kissed by the Mountain Man

I sucked her clit into my mouth and worked two fingers back inside her, curling them until I found the spot that made her swear in a broken whisper. She tasted like rain and salt and the kind of want that had been building since she rattled my gate. Her heel kicked the pack and I pinned her hips and kept going.

“Ford. Ford, I’m—”

“I know. Give it to me.”

She came on my tongue with her hands in my hair and my name a tangled groan in her throat. I licked her through it until her thighs relaxed and she tugged at my shoulder.

I kissed the inside of her thigh, then the swell of her stomach and crawled back up her body. Her lips were parted and I kissed her and let her taste herself.

“That was...” She paused, struggling for air.

“What?”

“I’m trying to come up with a clever, witty comment,” she panted.

I let out a low chuckle, resting my forehead against her chest. “Struggling?”

“Extremely distracted.”

“Good.”

Her small hands slipped down my chest, her fingers tangled in the dark hair. “My turn, mountain man.”

Before I could open my mouth, her warm hand wrapped tight around my shaft and all the air left my lungs in one hard gasp.

She stroked me slowly, sliding her palm from the heavy base all the way up to the leaking tip. Her fingers couldn’t close around my circumference.

“You’re monstrous,” she whispered, her thumb brushing over the sensitive rim of my head.

She wriggled down as far as the tent allowed and put her mouth on me.

The first wet heat of her tongue dragged a sound out of me I didn’t recognize. She couldn’t take much—I was too thick and the angle was wrong. But she sucked the head of my cock like she’d decided to break me, and I had to lock my hand in the pad to keep from thrusting up into her throat.

“Maggie. Baby. That’s enough.”

She pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny, looking pleased with herself. “Is it?”

I caught her hand with mine, arresting the movement before she made me lose my mind right then and there.

I looked down at her, my blood roaring in my ears, every instinct screaming at me to take what was mine. “I’m taking you bare,” I growled, my voice dark and unyielding. “Skin to skin, Maggie. Nothing between us.”

Her dark eyes flashed with a sudden, delicious heat as her fingers tightened around my shaft. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel every inch of you inside me.”

A primal growl broke from my chest.

I rolled onto my back and took her with me. We hit the pad in a tangle, her hair in my mouth, my shoulder into the wall. She started to roll onto her back beside me, but I shook my head, keeping a firm grip on her waist.

“On top,” I grunted.

Maggie froze. “Ride you?”

“There isn’t enough room in this damn tent for me to get over you without crushing you. Get on top.”

Confidence briefly flickered out of her face but was replaced by a sudden wave of hesitation. “Ford... I’ve never... I don’t usually take the lead.”

“You don’t have to take the lead. I’ve got you.”

“I don’t know...” She looked down at my massive cock, then back up at my face. “What if I’m too heavy for you?”