Page 53 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

Kendra sighs against my lips as she pulls her mouth away from mine.

“Hi, Baby Doll.”

“Hi, Luther.”

I love the way she says my name.

“You look nice.” I run a hand down her back.

It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about what my favorite color is. But if someone were to ask me now, my answer would be blue. Any shade. Or maybe periwinkle, since she’s still wearing it on her fingernails.

“Thank you.” Kendra leans back, putting space between us, dragging her hands over my shoulders and down my chest as she does. “I like your shirt.”

I release her sides and place my hands over hers, warming her fingers as I hold her hands against my body. “I thought you might.” I was absolutely thinking of her while I pulled this pale blue flannel off its hanger.

Her smirk is filled with satisfaction, and it reminds me of the smile on her face when she hung up on me last night. Reminds me of that damn vibrator.

Kendra sinks back into her seat, breaking our contact, but she’s still facing me.

I turn to face her, then grip the side of her neck, my thumb aligned with her jaw. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

She sucks in a breath, and I swear her eyes dilate.

“Tell me what you did wrong,” I demand.

Her fingers curl around my forearm. “I didn’t let you watch.”

I close my eyes. “Dammit, Kendra.”

“Was that not the answer?” I can hear the smile in her tone.

Opening my eyes, I see I was correct. And it’s that smile of hers, the one she does when she’s truly happy, that sinks into my bones.

I shake my head. “That wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but it’s correct.”

She snickers. “I’ll warn you now. If you keep up the touching and the dirty talk, we’re going to have to blow off whatever plan you have and go inside. To my room.”

I groan, dropping my free hand down over my growing erection.

She glances at my lap, then lifts a brow.

I tighten my hold on her neck and drag the pad of my thumb down the front of her throat before I let her go and sit back in my seat. “If sexual frustration is how I die… at least there are worse ways to go.”

Kendra settles back into her seat. “So dramatic.”

I press my feet to the floor, lifting my hips so I can better adjust my jeans. “Yeah, well, you try getting comfortable with a hard-on stuck in your pants.”

Kendra lets out a loud laugh, and I can’t fight my smile.

“You think that’s funny?”

She nods, pulling her seat belt across her body. “I’m just glad no one can tell I’m turned on.”

My gaze drops to her lap. “Are you telling me that your panties are wet?”

When I look back up, there’s a devilish gleam in her eyes. “Guess we’ll never know.”

I buckle my seat belt. “You don’t need to tell me. I’ll have my hand in your shorts before this outing is over.”

“Promise?”

I shift the truck into drive.