Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

68. Kendra

Kendra

My core clenches around nothing.

Crawl to me.

I shift one hand forward.

One knee.

And then I’m crawling.

I’m crawling across a fur-covered floor toward the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.

Luther watches me.

His eyes are on mine.

His mouth is open.

His chest is heaving.

And I don’t feel demeaned at all.

On my hands and knees, I feel alive. Invincible.

I feel powerful.

And the look on his face, the appreciation, makes me feel like a fucking queen.