The Legend of Heart Mountain (Heart Mountain #1) Read Online K.C. Lynn

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Heart Mountain Series by K.C. Lynn
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
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Oh god.

My gasp and his groan collide in the silence between us, the heated moment turning into something more. Something … insatiable.

“Goddamn, Elle,” he growls. “I can literately feel the heat of your pussy through my fucking jeans.”

His erotic words zap through me like an electrical current, directly affecting the body part he speaks about.

“That’s because it’s been poorly neglected its whole life,” I explain breathlessly. “So, maybe you could be a champ and take care of it for me.”

His chuckle trails into a tortured sound. “Don’t worry, I fucking plan to.” He follows up that promise by scooping me up into his arms and heading for the stairs.

I cling to him like a koala as he takes them two at a time, my lips continuing to taste and devour, unable to get enough, and it causes him to slightly stumble.

He grabs onto the railing, quickly righting himself. “Elle,” he utters in warning. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to send us both down these stairs, and if I die before finally getting to have you, I will be seriously pissed.”

“You’ll be pissed?” I counter, pulling back in mock outrage. “I’m the one who would die a virgin.”

It would be just my luck to be remembered as the twenty-four-year-old girl who plummeted to her death seconds before losing her virginity to her hot best friend. Never mind the damper it would put on this baby plan of ours.

“Then be a good girl for a few more seconds so I can make sure that doesn’t happen.” He flashes me that sexy grin, the one that causes my heart to tumble in my chest. A reaction I had even when we were kids when I was too young to understand what it meant. What I am now realizing isn’t a typical reaction you have with your best friend.

Before I can think too much about that, he blows through my bedroom door and tosses me onto the bed playfully.

A laugh escapes me as I bounce on the mattress, but the sound dies quickly when he reaches behind his shoulders and removes his shirt in one swift pull, unveiling the most breathtaking sight.

I’ve seen Gunnar plenty of times without a shirt on, usually when he’s playing sports with friends on a hot summer day, and like most women, I’m always drawn like a moth to a flame. It’s impossible not to be with a body like his. His athletic build is solid but lean, every dip and valley defined and distinguished, especially the ones by his hips that disappear into the waistband of his jeans. It’s so damn hot it makes me feel like a predator about to devour its prey.

Arrogance and amusement dominate his expression. “Like the view, Elle?”

He has no idea …

Instead of answering with words, I pull off my own shirt, revealing a pale pink lace bra that he gets no time to glimpse before I launch myself at him from the bed, pouncing like a cat in heat.

He catches me with a grunted chuckle that’s silenced by my mouth as I ravish him with a hunger that sears me to the core.

I don’t get to have the lead for long. With a growl, he takes control, his mouth dominating mine as he guides me to the bed.

Instead of following down on top, he sets to his knees over me and reaches for the metal clasp between my breasts.

My breath stalls in a moment of anticipation before he releases the hook with a snap of his fingers.

The lace cups fall away, baring me to his stare.

Warm brown eyes fixate on my exposed breasts as he gets his first look at me.

A moment of vulnerability strikes, an emotion I don’t usually feel, especially around Gunnar.

I’m slight in stature, always have been, which means no part of me is well endowed, particularly that of my chest. As I lay here sprawled before him, I can’t help but wonder how I measure up. Thankfully, it’s not something I have to wonder about for long …

“You’re fucking perfect.” The sincerity radiating in the deep husk of his voice obliterates any and all insecurity I had.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I counter, trying to play it cool. “You should lose the rest of your clothes so we can compare other body parts.”

A chuckle escapes him before it softens into a grin. “Soon. First, we need to get you nice and ready for me.”

I’m about to tell him I’m more than ready, twenty-four years ready, but all words flee me on a rush when he cups my sensitive breasts in both of his hands.

“Oh.” A sharp breath impales my lungs at the feel of his touch on my bare skin, but it pales in comparison when he drops down and takes a beaded nipple into his hot, wet mouth.



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