Page 6 of Snug with the Mountain Man (Fall for a Mountain Man #12)

Chapter six

Ford

I’ve fucked up a lot of things in my life.

But this, whatever this thing is between me and Maisie Carter, might just ruin me if I don’t get a handle on it soon. She’s under my skin. In my head. In my hands.

She’s standing outside Annie’s bakery, her back to me, laughing with some guy who looks at her like he’d do a hell of a lot more than talk if she let him.

I know that look. Hell, I’ve had that look every time I’ve been near her since the night she came back.

Her laugh rings out, soft and sweet, and my jaw clenches so tight it aches. That smile, my smile, she’s handing it to him like it means nothing.

I shouldn’t care. Shouldn’t feel this burn rising in my gut like I’m going to snap, but I do.

I tasted her last night. Had her legs around me. Heard her whimper my name with her thighs squeezing my hips like she’d never get enough.

And now this? Fuck that.

I wait until I know she’s back at her cabin to see her. The trees blur past. The steering wheel creaks under my grip. I don’t stop moving until I’m on her porch again, pulse pounding, heart thundering with something sharp and animal.

She opens the door with a little gasp, one hand still on the knob, surprise flashing across her face. She’s barefoot, wearing a soft tank top that clings to her tits, hair in a knot that’s already half undone.

“Ford,” she says, voice low and cautious. “Everything okay?”

I step inside without asking. The door clicks shut behind me, sealing us in. My boots thud heavily on the floorboards as I stalk toward her.

“You like making me fucking insane?”

Maisie backs up a step, breath catching. “What are you talking about?”

“That guy you were smiling at today.”

Her brows lift. “I smile at lots of people.”

“Not like that.”

She plants her hands on her hips. “So now you’re policing my smiles?”

“I’m not fucking around, Maisie.” My voice is rough, my body tense. “You were flirting.”

Her lips part like she might deny it, but then she shrugs, sassy as hell. “So what if I was?”

The red haze burns hotter. I step in closer, so close her breath stutters.

“You trying to make me lose it?”

She meets my gaze head-on, her eyes glittering. “Why? Gonna do something about it this time, or just run off again?”

That does it. I crowd her back into the wall, caging her with one hand braced above her head, the other sliding down to her hip. Her body curves into mine like it belongs there.

I lower my head until our lips are a whisper apart. “You’ve been under my skin since the second I saw you again. I’m done pretending. You’re mine.”

Her eyes darken, but she still smirks. “All bark, no bite.”

Jesus Christ.

I slide my hand down to the back of her thigh and lift her, one smooth motion, until her legs wrap around my waist like instinct. I carry her to the table and drop her on the edge, knocking a mason jar aside as I spread her thighs and step between them.

“You wanna test me?” I growl, dragging my palms under her shirt. She shudders, breath stuttering. “I’ll show you exactly what I mean.”

Maisie grabs a fistful of my shirt, yanking me in. “Then stop teasing.”

That’s all the invitation I need.

I kiss her like I’m starving. Filthy, hot, deep. My tongue pushes past her lips, claiming, taking, owning every sound she makes. She kisses back just as hungrily, grinding into my hips like she wants me buried inside her right there on the table.

Her tank is up to her ribs, soft skin under my palms. I mouth down her neck, biting, sucking, until she whimpers and claws at my shoulders.

“Off,” I mutter, tugging the shirt over her head. Her tits spill into my hands, soft and perfect. I groan, kissing my way lower. “Fucking gorgeous.”

She’s breathing hard, flushed and needy, her legs tightening around me. “Ford—”

I drop to my knees without a word. Rip her shorts down her thighs and bury my mouth between them.

She gasps, one hand slamming into the table, the other gripping my hair as I lick into her slowly and deeply, savoring every second. She’s wet, slick, and trembling already.

I hum against her clit and feel her buck. I don’t stop. I just keep going, murmuring all the things I want to do to her between strokes of my tongue, how good she tastes, how she’s mine now, how I’m not letting anyone else near her.

She cries out, head thrown back, legs shaking around my shoulders.

“God, Ford, fuck—” she gasps.

I slide two fingers into her, deep and slow, curling just right. She arches like a bow.

“That’s it,” I whisper against her. “Give it to me, baby.”

Her thighs lock around my head as she comes, loud and desperate, riding my mouth like she never wants it to stop. I stay right there, holding her through every wave until she goes slack and panting.

When I finally stand, she’s dazed and flushed, eyes heavy-lidded, lips swollen.

I lean down and kiss her again, slow and claiming.

Then I murmur against her mouth, “You’re mine. Understand?”

She blinks up at me, breathless. “Yeah. I understand.”

I swipe my thumb across her slick mouth. “Next time,” I whisper, “I won’t stop until I’m inside you.”

Her breath hitches, and for the first time in days, I smile.