Page 46 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Kendra

We work together in silence. Putting the leftovers into containers, washing the coffee pot, wiping down the counters.

There’s a tension between us.

And not just the sexual tension that has been there since we first locked eyes across the bar.

The feeling right now is more than that. It’s different.

It’s the need to touch.

I have to touch Luther.

And I’m not a toucher.

I don’t mind hugs. Handshakes are fine. But I’ve never been a cuddler.

The thought of leaning against someone never appealed to me.

But Luther… All I want to do is curl up on the couch with him. Sit with him. Be with him.

Okay, yes, I want to have lots and lots of filthy, dirty sex with him too. But… he steadies me.

He can be a bit of a freak. But still, I feel grounded around him.

Grounded.

Sparks light in my belly as I think about him grounding me in another way.

Heat fills my cheeks.

I have a feeling I’d enjoy any punishment Luther would dole out.

“That’s everything.” Luther starts the dishwasher, then turns to face me.

I pull my lower lip into my mouth, my teeth pressing into the skin.

There are so many things I want to do right now.

But instead of doing any of them, I tell Luther good night, then I turn and walk away.

I turn off the light and open the bathroom door with a click.

Dressed in pajama shorts and a loose tank top, I step into the unlit hall.

The house is quiet.

Dark.

But I still see the man as he peels away from the wall.

His large shape is overwhelming in the dark.

My heart rate jumps.

But not from fear. From expectation.

Luther reaches out, his hand cupping the side of my neck. “ This is good night, Kendra.”

Holding me still, using his thumb under my chin to keep my head tilted back, Luther kisses me.

His lips press against mine.

Firmly.

Electricity zips through my body as I reach for him.

And when my palms land on his chest, his mouth opens.

Luther slides his tongue against the seam of my lips, and I slide my hands to his sides… To his back.

He groans, and I part my lips for him.

His fingers flex against my neck, and he glides his other hand over my shoulder to the center of my back, pulling me in close.

It’s my turn to groan as I push up on my toes, chasing to deepen the kiss. Slipping my tongue past his lips.

My hands turn into claws against his back.

His hand slides down my back, like he’s going to grip my ass.

I curl my hands in the fabric of his shirt and push him away.

Luther loosens his hold on me, letting me put a few inches of space between our bodies, as he lowers his forehead to mine.

“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper in the dark.

His breaths come out heavy, his body affected just as much as mine is. “I know, Baby.”

We both want more.

“Go to bed.” Luther’s words puff against my lips, then he steps back.