Page 78 of Mountain Dreams

Made love? Does he really think of it like that? She wouldn’t have expected him to use the flowery expression for having sex, at least not the version of him she used to know.

“I didn’t want to wear out my welcome.”

His brow furrowed. “Did I make you feel like that?”

“No. It was all me. Can we stop talking now?”

“Only if you promise not to leave tonight.”

She eyed him closely and saw that he was dead serious.

“If we do this, you’re not leaving my bed until morning.”

She swallowed hard, liking the thought of it and the intensity of his expression.

“If you insist,” she said, attempting to lighten the mood.

“I do.” He moved closer and cupped her face in his warm hands. Then he dipped his head and kissed her lips softly, tenderly, almost like he were tasting them for the first time.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

“Wanted to do this all night.” Then he slipped his tongue inside.

She’d been thinking the same thing—on the way to the restaurant, seated beside him in the booth, and on the drive home. If they’d been alone, she would have climbed him like a tree. It was like her pent-up sexual frustration had finally been released and she was insatiable. She might have felt embarrassed if he hadn’t been so receptive to it.

While they were kissing, he slid his hands under her sweater and drew tantalizing circles on her abdomen. Her nipples tightened in anticipation, and as if they’d beckoned to him, he reached up and cupped her breasts.

“You’re gorgeous, Mads,” he mumbled against her lips.

She’d been surprised to learn that he liked to talk during sex. She would have pegged him for a man of action more than words, but when he put them together…wowza!

He trailed his lips to her ear and whispered, “Need you naked. Now.”

She shivered, yet she wasn’t the least bit cold. On the contrary, she was on fire for him and couldn’t undress fast enough. She expected him to help her, but he stepped back and seemed content to watch.

She pulled her sweater overhead and paused. Her instinct was to neatly fold it, and he waited with an amused expression, probably expecting her to do so. Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, she squeezed her eyes shut and tossed the sweater aside.

He laughed loudly. “I didn’t think you’d do it.”

She shrugged. “Me either.”

“Continue,” he said as his gaze shifted to her breasts.

Today she’d worn a silky red bra and panty set, thinking there might be a chance he’d see her in it. Based on his expression, it was like flapping a red cape in front of a bull. Reaching around her back, she quickly unhooked the bra, dragged the straps down her arms, and tossed it aside, resisting the urge to watch where it landed.

Glancing at him, she saw his chest was heaving, and a bead of sweat had appeared on his brow. She placed her fingers on the button of her jeans, but suddenly he stepped forward and said, “Let me.”

She nodded and watched as he made quick work of removing her panties and jeans in one go, crouching down so she could step out of them. Then he slid his hands up her bare legs and moved back up her body, his gaze raking over her as he went.

When he started to back her up to the bed, she shook her head and tugged on the waistband of his briefs.

“You want them off?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

“I just did!”