Page 92 of Mountain Daddy

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.

Chapter 53

Kendra

Twenty minutes later,I read the sign as Luther turns off the road. “Black Mountain Lodge. If you’re planning on us spending the night here, I feel like we should have packed a bag or something.”

We pass a fancy-looking gate, and I wonder what kind of lodge this is and what we could possibly be doing here in the middle of the day.

“Sadly, I don’t have an overnight planned.” Luther shakes his head. “I feel like I’m back in high school, sneaking around to avoid my girlfriend’s dad.”

His attention is on the winding driveway, so I don’t think he even realizes what he said. Or rather how it sounded.