Page 42 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

He touched his lips to mine again. Soft. Appropriate. All while slowly, slowly pressing his body to mine. My legs went around his waist, pulling him closer.

He cursed against my lips. “Fuuuck.”

“Not tonight,” I joked.

He pulled back, and I almost sobbed.

“Honestly, Clark, I didn’t come here for that.”

I grinned up at him, holding his face in my hands. “What did you come here for?”

He flushed, kissing my forehead. My nose.

“I came because if I’d let another second go by without kissing you, I’d’ve self-combusted.”

I couldn’t stop looking at him. Taking in the details of his sweet, gorgeous face.

“Can’t have that, can we?” I answered, absentmindedly lowering a hand to his hip. Drawing him even closer.

He ran his thumb over my cheekbone, looking at me as if I were something special.

“Is this like it was in your college days?”

“Not even close.”

His brows knit together in confusion.

“Put it to you this way,” I said, anxious to soothe any misunderstanding. “My college experience only left me with questions. With this one simple kiss, you’ve answered every last one of them.”

He nodded to himself, then sent me a mischievous look. “Asimplekiss?”

I grinned back. “Uh-huh. A simple, luscious, toe-curling, mind-blowing kiss.”

“Mm.”

He stared at my lips for a beat, then gave me another passionate, life-altering kiss. I opened up to him without thought and whimpered when he invaded my mouth with his tongue.

I pulled him down, needing to feel him close to me. Needing his weight on me.

He pulled back, peering into my eyes. “I’m not too much?”

“You’re perfect,” I murmured, staring right back.

His kisses continued taking me to a new dimension, his body tailor-made for mine. He reached between us, adjusting himself, and I did the same. With only our jeans between us, he lined up his hard, heavy cock against mine.

“That … okay?”

I rolled my hips, sliding my cock against his. “More than.”

Needing friction, I rolled my hips again to drive home the point. His moan turned guttural, and he matched my tempo. At this point, we were just two teenagers on the couch, kissing and rubbing against one another.

His breath was hot and heavy, necking me with messy, slurping kisses. Careful, like he was avoiding hickeys, but not too careful. Each sloppy kiss was a bolt of ecstasy down to my nuts. Nipples.

Fuck, even my asshole was clenching.

Monica and I ran pretty hot in college, but this wasdifferent. I was completely under his spell, passion boiling up and over inside of me, without a care or hesitation in the world. Full extension off the fucking cliff.

Nothing about this felt sneaky or secretive either. There’s something to be said for a taboo encounter, but this wasn’tthat. Every move, every hump, every hot, lustful slide was like campfire. Fresh air. Cool springs. Mountain views.