Page 15 of Her Grumpy Mountain Man
Doesn’t hurt that he’s an overachiever.
Looking around and taking in our surroundings, I consider the chances of someone coming across us if we continue down the path we’re on. While I’m thinking, he pulls off his shirt. Just like that, my concerns turn to dust. Just like that, I’m carefully setting my camera down.
His eyes gleam as he watches me clutch at my own shirt. “So much for a photoshoot, huh?”
With this man, I’m willing to make a porno. Whatever it takes to get his hands working on those jeans hugging his hips.
“I love it when you get like this, you know?” Rumbling with amusement, the sound gets choked off when my shirt is gone.
Today was a good day to leave my bra behind.
With a curse and a groan coming from his lips, it’s not long before we’ve flipped roles and he’s more animalistic. His mouth is on my neck, hot and insistent, while his fingers work at the button of my jeans with an urgency that makes my head spin. The denim slides down my legs, and I step out of them, kicking them aside without a second thought.
The forest floor is probably not the most comfortable place for this, but right now I couldn’t care less. There’s a blanket in his pack, meant specifically for weak moments like this, but neither of us moves to get it. His hands are too busy gripping my hips, pulling me against him, and I’m too busy tugging at his belt like it’s personally offended me.
“Emery.” His voice is rough, strained. “We’re outside.”
“I noticed.”
“Anyone could—”
“Then you’d better be quick.” I smile against his mouth, and the growl he lets out in response vibrates through my entire body.
Always enjoying me being the naked one, he stops short of just freeing himself past his boxers. The air is cool against my skin, but his body is so warm, so solid, pressing me back against the soft bed of moss we somehow stumbled onto.
Autumn light filters down through the canopy, dappling his shoulders in gold and amber as he hovers above me. He looks like something I dreamed up. All sweat and muscle and wanting, his eyes are hungry as they roam over me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, and it’s not a line he repeats daily; it’s just him, saying the thing he’s thinking because he never learned how to hide from me.
I pull him down, and then there’s no more talking, just the sound of our breathing, the rustle of leaves beneath us, the occasional call of a bird somewhere in the distance.
While I may not have found some big wolf, I can say this trip wasn’t wasted. Not when I have Callan always there beside me, ready to replace my disappointments with anything involving him.
Catching his face, I can’t help the lopsided smile that forms. “I love you.”
Letting out a soft groan, he shoves his face into the crook of my neck and thrusts his way inside. Feels good, but not as good as him expressing his own feelings.
“You are my world…” Kissing my neck, he scoffs. “But if you keep playing dirty, then I’m not going to hold back.”
Laughing loud enough to scare the squirrels, I do what I do best. I push and tell him that I love him again, over and over, excited for whatever he has planned.
