Page 6 of Mountain Man’s Curvy Girl (Summer In The Pines #4)

Ethan

Her words are like gasoline on an open flame. I don’t want you to stop.

I pull her closer, my hands sliding down to her waist, my fingers gripping her. She’s so damn soft and when I lift her into my lap, grateful for the bench-style front seat of my car, her breath catches, her hands clutching at my shoulders.

“You sure about this?” I rasp.

She nods, her big brown eyes locking to mine. “Yes.”

That’s all I need.

My hands move to her full hips, pulling her down so she’s straddling me, her body pressed against mine in a way that sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin as my lips trail along her collarbone.

“Ethan,” she whispers, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan against her neck.

I pull back, my hands sliding up her sides, brushing over the curve of her waist until I reach the hem of her sweater. “Can I?” I ask, my voice rough and strained.

She bites her lip, nodding, and I waste no time pulling the fabric up and over her head. She’s stunning—curves that make my mouth water, her skin glowing in the dim light of the truck in nothing but a lacy bra and her jeans.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, my hands tracing the curve of her waist, her ribs, the softness of her belly.

She glances away, but I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me. “Don’t hide from me, Chloe. I want to see all of you.”

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, she leans into me, her lips finding mine again, softer this time, but just as consuming.

* * *

Chloe

His hands are everywhere—strong, rough, but careful, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. When his thumbs brush over the sides of my breasts, I gasp, arching into him, and he groans softly, his lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver racing down my spine. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I think I do,” I whisper, my hands sliding down to his chest, feeling the solid heat of him under his flannel.

He shrugs out of the jacket, his movements quick but not rushed, and when he pulls his shirt off, my breath catches. He’s all muscle and strength, his skin tanned and warm, a faint line of dark hair trailing down from his chest to where his jeans hang low on his hips.

“See something you like?” he asks, his lips quirking into a faint smirk.

I nod, unable to speak, and he chuckles softly, the sound low and rough, like gravel under my skin.

His hands slide back to my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel him—hard and insistent under me. The sensation sends a rush of heat through me, pooling low in my belly, and I can’t stop the soft moan that escapes my lips.

“Ethan,” I murmur, my voice trembling.

“I’ve got you,” he says softly, his lips brushing against my ear. “You just have to tell me what you want.”

* * *

Ethan

She’s trembling in my arms, her soft curves pressed against me, her eyes wide and full of trust and something deeper—something primal. I can feel her heat, her need, and it’s taking everything I have not to lose myself completely.

“Tell me,” I murmur again, my hands sliding up to cup her face, my thumbs brushing over her cheeks. “Tell me what you need, Chloe.”

“You,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I need you.”

I groan softly, capturing her lips in another searing kiss as my hands move to unbutton her jeans. She lifts her hips, helping me slide them down, and when I run my hands over her bare thighs, she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“You’re so soft,” I murmur, my lips trailing down her neck. “So perfect.”

She whimpers, her breath hitching as I let my fingers brush against her center, finding her already wet and ready for me. The sound she makes—soft, desperate, needy—nearly undoes me.

“Please,” she whispers, her hips rocking against my hand.

I growl low in my throat, pulling her closer as I work her gently, my fingers sliding through her slick heat. She cries out, her body arching into mine, and the sight of her—trembling, completely undone—makes my chest ache with something I can’t name.

“You’re mine,” I murmur, my voice rough and full of conviction. “Say it, Chloe.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers, her voice breaking on a gasp. “Ethan, I’m yours.”