Page 4 of Sinful Mountain Man (Cold Mountain Nights #5)

Hartley

I swallow hard, unable to tear my eyes away from the intense blue-gray ones fixed on me from the other side of the kitchen counter. Mr. Maloney looks like he wants to tear the clothes off my body.

I place the steaming mug of tea on the granite countertop in front of me and clear my throat. "Thank you," I manage to whisper.

Bradford nods, his gaze raking over me. I squeeze my thighs together to ease the persistent ache caused by his sudden attention.

I'm imagining this, right? But if I'm not, what the fuck is happening? This man has iced me out since the first day we met. I've silently called him an asshole on more than one occasion. And now, he's looking at me like I'm his favorite snack. What did he say in the woods?

Brilliant. Funny. Perfect.

I get up from the stool and place my mug in the sink. Turning around, I lean against the counter. We are now only a few feet apart.

Kiss me, asshole .

I silently chastise myself. He's not an asshole. He saved me. Pretending to want me is not the best way to avoid a lawsuit, so there’s no explanation for his sudden interest in me, except for the most logical one. He's actually interested in me.

I trail my eyes down his body, noting the way his hands grip the counter like he's trying to hold himself back. My gaze drifts over his flat stomach and down to the obvious bulge in the front of his pants.

Dear God, is he packing a bottle of soda in there?

My eyes flick up to his. It suddenly occurs to me that he's most likely waiting for me to make the first move.

I'm his subordinate, and he already revealed a lot when he found me.

I haven't reciprocated his feelings, so it's my decision.

I could demand a separate bedroom. Keep this professional and not potentially ruin the best job I've ever had.

Or I could create real-life memories to replace the fantasies I currently fall asleep to at night.

What am I waiting for? I've been in love with Bradford Maloney since the first moment I spotted him across the lobby of The Palmer .

I move ever so slightly… and all bets are off.

We collide in a tangle of limbs, tearing our clothes off between searing kisses until I'm down to my panties. He backs me along the hall and into his bedroom. When we make it through the doorway, he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

"You are mine," he growls, pressing me against the wall next to the door.

I whimper as he sucks and licks a path down my neck and across the tops of my breasts. I grind my core against him, desperate for the friction I crave.

He groans and turns abruptly, walking me toward his king-size bed. "I've thought of nothing but you for two long months."

"What?" I pull back, looking at him in disbelief.

Bradford chooses that moment to toss me onto the bed, and I sink into the mattress. The plush duvet billows around me. He levels me with a heated gaze as he unbuttons his dress pants. Lowering the zipper, he pulls them down with his underwear, and his hard cock springs free.

"Oh, my god," I breathe, so stunned by his size that my mouth drops open like a cartoon character. It's so impressive that I almost forget the other thing. You know, his confession that he's been obsessed with me for months. Was obsessed the word he used?

"I'll fit," he says, gripping his length as he makes a slow perusal of my body. His eyes stop on my naked breasts, and he bites his lip. Pre-cum glistens at the tip of his cock, and a little thrill runs through me.

"Yes, you'll fit. And fuck, it's going to feel so good," I tell him, pinching my nipples and praying to all the gods that he knows how to use that thing.

Bradford raises his eyebrows at my response and gives me a lusty grin. His eyes darken as he climbs onto the bed, kissing his way up my body until he's staring into my eyes. My drenched panties are the only thing between us.

"How often do you work out?" I ask, unable to tear my gaze away from his muscular chest and arms. My hands trace the hard lines of his pecs and biceps.

"Every day. I use the resort's facilities." He shivers slightly when my fingers flutter over his stomach.

"Bradford Maloney is ticklish?" I tease, grinning like I've found his deepest, darkest secret.

He chuckles when I move my fingers to his ribs. "Two can play that game, gorgeous."

He captures my wrists in one large hand. A deep throbbing in my core turns my nipples to hard points. His sheer strength is sexy as hell, but I’m not prepared for what he does next.

I laugh uncontrollably as he pays me back, tickling my ribs until I can barely breathe.

"Stop! I'm going to pee!" I gasp.

He finally lets me go, gazing at me with a look that makes me swallow hard.

It's the look Mr. Darcy has after he crosses the field at the crack of dawn to confirm whether Elizabeth has indeed changed her mind. Bradford's face is filled with so much love and hope that it leaves me feeling dazed. The reality I thought I knew—the one where my sexy billionaire boss hates me for no good reason and I love him desperately from afar—is completely distorted. The idea that he doesn’t hate me, that he’s been pining for me, rocks my world.

I'm dizzy with the prospect, but overthinking right now will kill the mood.

A mood that has me wet and desperate for his big, fat cock.

I lift my head, kissing him hard. Our tongues move together, and we writhe against one another in heated passion. His large hand palms my breast, plucking at my nipple until I moan into his mouth.

"Fucking perfect," he growls, grinding his hard cock against my core before kissing his way down my body. He settles between my legs, where he removes my panties and raises them to his nose. " Mine ."

"Yours," I breathe, watching him between my thighs as I drip with sexual need.

His eyes light up at my response, and then he's on me. His tongue finds my wet slit, and waves of pleasure course through my body. I sob, grateful for the sensations he's wringing from me, but also overwhelmed by everything he said today.

I throw my arm over my mouth, embarrassed by my intense reaction.

"Don't you dare." Bradford pauses his ministrations on my clit. "Those sounds are mine. I want to hear all of them."

I nod quickly and push his head back where I need him.

He chuckles against my core. His tongue expertly brings me to the edge, winding me higher as he tortures my clit.

I cry out loudly, letting him hear every sensation he's creating in my body.

He moans, lapping at my juices like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.

As his tongue circles my clit, he applies a new pressure.

"Yes, fuck, yes. Right there!" I sob. A throb of pleasure starts and then cascades through my body as I come on his face.

"Good job," Bradford praises.

I pat his arm weakly, still recovering from my orgasm.

He climbs my body, kissing, licking, and sucking my sensitive skin. "I could stay down there until the end of time. Live off your incredible nectar," he says between kisses. "But if I don't get inside you right now, I might not survive until the morning."

When he reaches my face, he kisses me hard, and I can taste myself on his tongue. A fresh rush of desire coats my upper thighs, and I open my legs invitingly, reaching for his hard cock. I close my eyes in anticipation of how he’ll fill me so perfectly, but of course, he's not having any of that.

"Look at me, Hartley."

My eyes fly open at the sound of Bradford's deep voice.

"I want to see your eyes. I want to watch you become mine."

Oh, God, this man and his ownership talk. Why is that so hot?

He notches at my entrance, pushing the head of his thick cock inside my soaking wet core. I grip his arms at the sublime sensation.

"You're so wet. Fuuuuuuck." He moans and closes his eyes for a moment like he's trying to hold back. "I'm going to go slow. Let you get used to me. Next time, you're riding my face, and then my cock."

I nod vigorously, panting as he pushes deeper inside me.

I desperately try to look at Bradford, but as he moves, I lose all control.

The head of his cock rubs my throbbing inner walls with a delicious friction, making my eyes roll back in my head.

I moan loudly, holding on to his strong shoulders as he thrusts and pulls out, over and over, again and again.

Closing my eyes removes one of my senses and intensifies the others.

I focus on the symphony of our pants and moans, the caress of his fingers exploring my body, the hardness of his cock.

I flatten my feet on the bed, giving me a better position to thrust against him.

Sex with this man is like nothing I've ever experienced.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I cry out as he rolls his hips, hitting me deeply in that spot that sets off sparks of fire throughout my body.

"I want to go slow, but fuck, you feel so good," Bradford grits out.

"Give it all to me," I pant, chasing my release.

"You are so incredibly sexy, Hartley." Bradford's voice is low and raw.

His movements become more erratic, and I bounce up the bed, moving with him as the flicker starts to spread in my core.

"So fucking perfect. I think about you constantly.

The thought of you lost in the woods..." He trails off with a shake of his head.

I cup his cheek. "You found me. I'm here," I remind him.

His eyes fill with so much ardent passion, my breath catches. I don't have time to process my thoughts or analyze the onslaught of emotions because he lifts my thigh and increases his pace. The new angle is incredible, and I call out my pleasure.

"Oh, God. Yes, baby. Don't stop!"

Bradford groans loudly, reaching between us to rub my clit in tight circles as he snaps his hips forward.

My orgasm barrels down on me. My body tightens, and then… I shatter.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I chant over and over as my core pulses around his hard cock. Pleasure radiates throughout my body, and I snap my eyes to his, knowing what he wants from me.

"Oh, fuck, Hartley. I'm obsessed with you," Bradford bellows, thrusting once, twice, and then spilling deep inside me.

"Oh, God," I moan as his hot release fills me.

He continues to thrust into me, prolonging our pleasure. When he stops, I sigh with satisfaction as he buries his face between my breasts. I stroke his hair, wanting to ask about what he said, but unable to bring myself to break the moment.

Eventually, Bradford pulls out, and we both grunt from the disconnection.

He strides to his bathroom and brings back a warm washcloth.

He cleans me up, pulls the covers over us, and tugs me to him.

We face each other, but his eyes are closed.

I run my finger over his forehead, down his nose, over his strong jawline, and across his lips.

He gives my finger a small kiss, resting his head on top of mine as I snuggle into his chest.

"I love you, Hartley," he mumbles.

My eyes snap open. I wait for the punchline, but the only sound is his soft breathing as he drifts into slumber.

Bradford makes me come twice more that night, once with his fingers and again when I ride him after I wake him with a blow job. I manage to sleep but wake up at 4:00 am, convinced I'm back in my car, suffering from a hypothermia-induced delusion.

Then I remember why I was up the mountain in the first place and panic. The Firelight Games. Oh, my god!

I slip out from under Bradford's thick arm and grab my clothes off the floor on my way to the kitchen.

My phone is fully charged, so I call a ride-share, which takes about an hour to get here.

I don't have a key, so I turn the bottom lock, praying bears can't work a knob, and slip into the waiting car.

I'll deal with Bradford later. This isn't running away, I tell myself. I'm doing my job. But deep inside, I know I'm worried about what the morning will bring.

My heart won't be able to take it if the spell wears off and the asshole is back in full force.