Page 38 of Devoured By the Forbidden Mountain Man

“You changed for Meredith.”

“I did.” I walked toward him. “This is a separate benefit.”

His hands found my waist as soon as I reached him.

I pushed the black henley upward.

“Take this off.”

Rex caught the back of the shirt and pulled it over his head in one movement.

Seeing him bare beneath the warm lamp was different from imagining what all those fitted shirts had been hiding.

His shoulders were broad enough to make the loft feel smaller. Muscle defined his chest and stomach, solid and powerful without the polished perfection of a fitness model.

I put both hands against him.

The heat of his skin spread into my palms.

“You’re staring,” he said.

“I’m appreciating.” I let my palms travel over his chest, enjoying the heat of his skin. “And absolutely nothing about this is professional.”

I felt his laugh beneath my hands before he bent and kissed me.

The next few minutes lost the careful pace of the office.

Rex’s hands moved over my bare back while I explored the solid shape of his shoulders and chest. My bra loosened beneath his fingers, and when the straps slipped from my arms, he stepped back just enough to look at me.

My nipples tightened under his gaze before he touched them, which pleased me almost as much as the touch itself.

His palms covered my breasts, rough skin dragging lightly over softer flesh while his thumbs brushed my nipples. Pleasure moved through me in warm, gathering waves.

I pushed against him, wanting more pressure, and Rex gave it to me.

His mouth moved from mine to the side of my neck. The rasp of his beard added another layer of sensation as he kissed lower, his hand cupping one breast while his lips closed around the other nipple.

My head tipped back, and a moan escaped before I could turn it into anything quieter.

Rex made a low sound of approval against my skin. I slid my fingers into his hair and held him there while he sucked harder, sharpening the slow ache between my legs.

When his hand slipped down my stomach and beneath the waistband of my panties, my thighs parted before he asked. His fingers found me already wet, and he lifted his head. The heat in his eyes made my face warm.

“Two days,” I said, because I knew exactly what he was thinking. “You’ve been distracting me for two days.”

“I’m willing to accept responsibility for this part.”

His fingers moved slowly through the slickness between my legs, and I caught his shoulder. “Oh, you should.”

Rex kissed me while he touched me, letting his fingers learn where pressure drew the strongest response. I was past being shy about directing him. When I wanted more, I moved against his hand. When two fingers pressed inside me and curled, I told him not to stop.

He listened. The next curl of his fingers made my thighs tighten and pushed me from aroused to ravenous faster than anything else.

When my knees began to feel less reliable, he drew his hand away and kissed my mouth once more before lowering himself in front of me.

The sight of a six-foot-three, silver-templed mountain of a man dropping to his knees between my thighs made my pulse jump.

He hooked his fingers into my panties and looked up. I lifted one foot, then the other, helping him slide them away, and my skin prickled in the cooler air.