Page 30 of Mountain Man's Longing

My cock twitches, and ten seconds later, I’ve escorted her out the door as she giggles. The sound is music to my ears. The walk to her Range Rover feels like the longest fifty yards of my life.Her hand trails down my arm as I open the passenger door for her, her fingers lingering on my wrist.

When I circle around to the driver’s side, she’s already buckled in and watching me with the heavy-lidded gaze that’s been my undoing since the first night.

“Drive fast,” she says as I start the engine, her palm settling high on my thigh.

“Sweetheart—”

“Please, Graham.” Her hand moves higher, fingers tracing the seam of my jeans with deliberate pressure. “I need you.”

My hands tighten on the steering wheel as I pull out onto Main Street, muscle memory taking over as her touch threatens to short-circuit my brain. The familiar road up the mountain stretches ahead of us, and I press harder on the accelerator.

Two years of marriage and she can still make me feel like that desperate man who first claimed her innocence. The difference is, now, I’ve taught her enough to be dangerous. Enough to know what drives me wild. And I’ve learned each and every inch of her. Plus, she’s mine. All mine. Forever.

“I’ll get us home,” I promise, my voice strained as her fingers work against the growing bulge in my jeans. “Safely and just as fast as I can.”

Her soft laugh fills the cab of the SUV, and I know without even looking she’s wearing the satisfied smile that means I’m in for the kind of afternoon that still has me thanking my lucky stars for that storm.

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