Page 4 of Spiced Up by Sawyer (Mountain Men Fall Harder #3)

Chapter Four

SAWYER

I’ve been going out of my mind thinking about Lola Winslow.

This curvy, pretty girl has spun my head in a way that makes me feel like a teenager.

Every time I picture her big eyes, or those rosy lips, or her soft curves, my cock jumps to attention.

So now I’m standing at the entrance to the corn maze, boots planted wide, pretending I’m not restless as hell.

“Sawyer!”

I turn and she’s running toward me, hair flying, cheeks flushed. And in those dark jeans hugging every curve, a pumpkin-colored sweater, and sturdy boots, she fits into Maple Ridge like she was born here. She’s not corporate-polished anymore. She’s utterly gorgeous.

I clear my throat. “Lola. You found it.”

“Sorry, I’m late..” She’s breathless, chest rising, mouth pink and tempting. Her eyes flick to the torch-lit entrance. “It’s bigger than I expected.”

“Three acres. Takes an hour if you know the way.”

“And if you don’t?”

“That depends on how lost you’re willing to get.”

Her breath hitches, and the spark in her eyes tells me she hears what I didn’t say. She blinks a couple of times. “I guess you’ll have to make sure I don’t get too lost.”

I swallow.

“Stay close,” I growl, leading her inside.

The maze swallows us whole. The corn walls rise high, the air cool and close. My shoulders brush the stalks, but Lola looks even smaller beside me.

She runs her fingers along the husks. “This is incredible.”

“Been here for a long time. My dad helped with the re-design after my mom left.”

Her head snaps toward me. “Your mom left?”

“Yeah. Said small-town life was suffocating. I was nine.”

Her voice is soft. “That must have been so hard.”

I shrug. “People leave. It’s what they do. It’s a normal part of life.”

Her steps slow, and she turns her gaze up to my face. “Not everyone leaves, Sawyer.”

I stop dead. Her words spear straight through me. She’s looking up at me earnestly, and I can’t move.

“You think I’m wrong?”

“I think the people who know what matters stick around...”

I step in, crowding her against the corn wall without touching her. She doesn’t back away. Her breath hitches, chest rising fast. I’m so much bigger, but I swear the pull of her body is like gravity.

“Lola…” My voice is low.

“I know this is complicated. And you don’t trust me. I don’t even trust myself.”

“Then stop pretending to be someone you aren’t.”

Her eyes shine, and she leans into the hand I lift to her jaw. Her skin is like warm silk under my callused thumb. “If I let myself want the wrong thing, I could make a big mistake.”

I stroke my fingers across her cheek, and her lips part.

Her voice drops to a whisper. “My instincts are telling me to do something really stupid.”

I lower my head until my mouth is an inch from hers. “Tell me.”

Her voice is breathy. “I want to kiss you.”

I don’t give her a chance to change her mind.

I crash my mouth to hers, hungry, rough, devouring. She gasps, then softens, clinging to my shirt as I haul her against me. She fits like she was made for me; soft tits molding to my body, heat branding through denim and cotton.

She tastes so good. When she moans into my mouth, it’s all I can do not to lay her down right here in the dirt. I press her into the corn wall, caging her with my body. She’s tiny compared to me. My hand slides down, gripping her hip, guiding her closer until there’s no space left.

“This is crazy,” she gasps against my lips.

“I want to be crazy with you,” I growl, kissing down her throat, teeth scraping lightly over her pulse.

Lola’s back arches, pressing those soft tits into my chest. Her nails scrape my neck as she stands on tiptoe. “Sawyer…”

My cock is pressing hard against my zip, my heart hammering in my ears.

Her lips tremble before she pulls me down into another desperate kiss.

I groan, sliding my hand up her sweater, tracing warm skin, feeling her shiver against me.

She gasps into my mouth. The maze is silent except for our ragged breathing and the rustle of corn as the night wind blows. I can’t stop kissing her.

When we finally break apart, Lola clutches my shirt and smiles up at me. “I really don’t want to find the way out.”

I cup the back of her neck. “Then we’ll get lost together.”

And right now, lost with her is the only place I ever want to be.