Page 8 of Mountain Man’s Curvy Girl (Summer In The Pines #4)

Ethan

Her words are a punch to my chest. A virgin. Chloe is a virgin. The thought sears through me, burning away every ounce of restraint I’ve been clinging to since she stepped into my truck.

She’s trembling in my lap, her soft, warm body pressed against mine, and I can’t stop staring at her. At the way her wide, unsure eyes make her look so damn sweet it’s driving me insane. My hand tightens on her hip, and I feel her shiver under my touch.

“Chloe,” I rasp, my voice rougher than I intend. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

She bites her bottom lip, her fingers clutching my shoulders like I’m the only thing keeping her steady. “I—I do,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “I want this. I want you.”

Fuck. I want her too. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. But hearing her say it? Knowing she’s never been touched, never been claimed? It flips something primal inside me, something that makes me want to tear apart the world just to make her mine.

“You deserve better than this,” I murmur, my hand brushing against her cheek. “Than me.”

Her brows knit together, and she shakes her head, her soft curls brushing against my fingers. “I don’t want better, Ethan. I want you.”

That’s it. My last thread of control snaps.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” I growl, sliding my hand into her hair and tilting her face up so she’s looking at me. “Once I have you, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine, Chloe. Do you understand?”

She nods, her breath hitching as her eyes lock onto mine. “Yes. I understand.”

I don’t hesitate. My lips crash against hers, rough and hungry, and she melts into me like she’s been waiting for this as long as I have.

Her mouth is soft and sweet, and I can’t stop myself from tasting every inch of her, my tongue sliding against hers in a way that makes her gasp and cling tighter to me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I murmur against her lips, my hands sliding down to grip her hips. “So goddamn perfect.”

She moans softly, her nails digging into my shoulders as I guide her movements, grinding her hips against my lap. The friction is enough to drive me insane, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need all of her.

But not here. Not yet.

* * *

Chloe

Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire, every thought drowned out by the feel of Ethan’s hands on me, his lips claiming mine with a fierceness that leaves me breathless.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his blue-gray eyes dark and stormy, and the intensity in his gaze makes my heart skip.

“You’re shaking,” he says softly, his rough voice sending shivers down my spine.

“I’m okay,” I whisper, though my voice is shaky. “I just…”

“What?” he asks, his brow furrowing as his hand brushes against my cheek.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” I admit, my cheeks heating. “I didn’t think it could feel like this.”

His lips twitch into a faint smile, and he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “You’re killing me, Chloe,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down to my thighs. “But I’m not taking you here. Not like this.”

I blink, confusion swirling with the haze of desire clouding my thoughts. “Why not?”

“Because you deserve better,” he says, his voice firm but gentle. “When I claim you, it’s going to be in my bed. Where I can take my time. Make you scream my name until there’s no doubt who you belong to.”

My breath catches, heat pooling low in my belly at the raw possessiveness in his voice. “Ethan…”

“Not here,” he repeats, his lips brushing against mine. “But I’m not letting you go, Chloe. Not now. Not ever.”