Page 136 of Mountain Men Heroes

“How do you know it's lust? Maybe I just want something sweet,” she teased just to see his eyes brighten with humor.

“I’ve never been called sweet, angel.” No warning, no prelude, he simply swept in with an arm around her waist and devoured her lips with his once again.

He reached for the clasp of her jeans and popped the button. The hiss of the zipper was sweet torture. It meant he was going to touch her, but she still had a barrier on her body that kept him from taking her fully.

He growled as he peeled back the side of her jeans. “I love red silk on you.”

He slipped a hand inside the band of her panties, over the soft, bare and very wet folds of her pussy and pressed.

She gasped.

The rough, hot thickness of his finger dragged through her juices and he only stopped to tease her virginal entrance long enough to pull a moan from her. He continued up until his attention zeroed in on her pulsating clit. Eager for more and ready to please, hot liquid spilled from her pussy and wet the tiny strip of her panties. She clenched her thighs, locking his hand in place. Would it be bad form to ride his hand until she came?

“You feel it, don’t you? The burn? The need to touch me. Deny it,” he challenged her. “Every damn time I get close to you, look at you, touch you, I tell myself I can’t have you.” He shrugged. “Yet here we are. I’m realizing the lie is going to cost us more than the truth if we don’t sate our desires for one another.” A deep growl rumbled up the back of his throat. “Do you agree, angel?”

Heavy and laden with everything she held pent up inside, Ivy sighed a ragged-sounding exhalation of air and her body melted into his as she bucked her hips.

In his arm was not an entirely bad place to be if she thought about it. “What…” she stuttered, then tried again, this time in a firmer voice. “What are you waiting for? A personalized Christmas card as an invitation?” She grew serious. Dug her nails into the delicious muscles of his back and shoulders, her travel book forgotten on the counter. “Fuck me, Damon.” She shivered. Desire pooled in the pit of her core and spread with the speed of light through her.

“Damon,” she moaned his name. “Now!”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and tucked her face into the space between his neck and shoulder.

Her body trembled under his touch. Both possessive and infuriating at once. Those powerful eyes of his pulled her in and she was held spellbound as he stroked her clit. Worked her body and held her safely against him so she could let go.

So she did.

The power of her climax exploded inside her and every muscle in her body pulsated with her release. Damon slipped a finger into her tight channel and the walls of her pussy clenched around the thickness of it.

He kissed her like she was the sole reason he breathed as hot come spilled onto his hand.

For once in her life she dropped all defenses and let the moment take over.

Pulse hammering in her chest, Ivy clutched Damon to her and sighed heavily through the burn seeping into her veins. “I need more, Damon. I’m on fire. Take me upstairs. That wasn’t enough.”

He pulled back and slipped his hand from her panties. Her juices glistened on his fingers. He brought it to his lips and while holding her gaze sucked his finger clean. She whimpered looking on wishing it was her clit between those hot lips.

“Now I have to,” he drew out huskily. “I can’t leave that beautiful pussy in need.”

He leaned down and the second his lips touched hers, she opened and his tongue slipped in. She tasted the sweetness of her release instantly. Not sweet, but on him, he made everything taste divine.

“This is so much more than just lust.” She gave power to the thoughts running through her mind by voicing them.

Air cut off as if they drew what they needed from one another. He tore away and pressed his forehead to hers. “Yeah, I know lust when I see it and I also know what I see happening between us. You’re right. This is more than simple lust.” He nibbled at her lower lip and sucked the tender flesh between his. “I saw it in your eyes during the whiskey run and this morning while you watched me in the back alley and then we both almost joined the cupcakes on the floor. That’s more than just lust.”

“Abs. I was only looking at your abs this morning. You are the one who got carried away,” she teased.

“Right. Abs. So yes, Miss Kennedy, I do know.”

She wound her fingers through his hair. “What are you going to do about it, boss?”

He slipped a hand down the small of her back and pressed her into his body until they were flush. He hiked her leg around his waist and he rocked powerful hips into her.

Hard. Every inch of him was magnificently hard.

The hem of his shirt hung freely from his jeans and she took the invitation without a second thought.

He sucked air through gritted teeth and the rumbled growl fed through the palms of her hands.