Page 65 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Kendra

I shift in my seat.

We haven’t spoken.

The radio isn’t on.

There’s only the noise of the tires rolling down the road.

And the noise of lust pounding through my veins.

I press my thighs together, aware I’m about to soak through my shorts, and stare out through the windshield, watching the light dwindle around us.

I feel like my skin is vibrating.

I feel like it’s my first time.