Free Worthy of the Harmony (Mountains & Men Book 2) by R.C. Martin Page B

have to take a deep breath, pushing aside all thoughts of him bending me over the couch…
    My tongue glides across my glossed lips as I close my eyes, losing the battle against my memory.
    Smack!
    “That's for saying I have the maturity level of a fifteen-year-old.”
    Smack!
    “That's for ignoring my calls.”
    A shiver races down my spine as my eyes flash open. Looking at myself in the mirror, I notice my cheeks are flushed, as if he fucked me five minutes ago.
    “Fucking hell,” I cry out, cupping my hands around my face. “What is happening to me?”
    Just then, a knock sounds at the door, making my heart race—and therein lies my answer.
    Sage. Fucking Sage McCoy is happening to me.
    For a moment, I don’t move. My reflection is like a bright neon sign, warning me that I’m doomed. With every day that goes by, I want him a little more. Right here, right now, I could cut my losses. I could tell him that I can’t do this. That I can’t be exclusive. That I can’t be his doll face . But in truth, I can feel my body rebelling against the thought. I can feel his pull from beyond the barrier that’s keeping him out of my apartment right now. I practically came, just seconds ago, remembering how good it feels to be owned by that man—that twenty-one-year-old man with a voice of a rock star and a body of a god.
    I am his doll face , his baby doll , his gorgeous girl…
    I am Millicent, the woman with the fractured heart, never to be whole again; and that bastard is chipping away at me, piece by piece.
    “Doll face?” he calls through the door, banging a little harder.
    I take another deep breath, nodding at my reflection—silently assuring myself that I will survive this fall. I will . Then, without looking back, I hurry to meet him. When I open the door, his face goes from flustered to relieved to stunned. I watch as his eyes travel from my head to my toes and then back up again. I can feel the heat that spreads across my chest and up my neck, and I curse my body for being so damn transparent.
    “You look— amazing, ” he murmurs.
    Giuseppe’s isn’t the fanciest Italian restaurant in town. In fact, that’s part of the appeal. It has more of a homey feel, a lot like the place where I ate growing up. Nevertheless, I figured a date with Sage called for a dress, at the very least. I chose my dark green bandage dress with the capped sleeves and the zipper that goes down the front. I paired it with my nude stilettos; and even with the extra height, Sage still has at least three inches on me.
    He’s wearing black Chucks and black jeans—which is not the least bit surprising—but he’s completed his ensemble with a gray button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled and pushed up over his elbows, exposing the generous amount of ink on his left arm.
    God, he’s sexy.
    “You look nice, too,” I say, feigning a sense of calm I have yet to grab hold of since he first knocked at the door.
    He smirks at me as he takes a step in my direction. Then he reaches around my waist, pulling me against him tightly. “You feel that?” I can hear it as my breathing grows shallow in response to my awareness of him. My lips part in an attempt to suck down more air. “Do you feel that, doll face?” he asks again, sliding his hand a little lower, pulling me a little closer. I manage a nod and his smirk grows wider. “With you in that dress, this will be a very long and uncomfortable meal. I think you’ve earned yourself a little punishment, baby doll.”
    I reach up, gripping my hands around the back of his neck. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
    His chuckle is lost in my mouth as I free a sigh into his. One of his hands rests securely just below the small of my back and the other slides up and around my neck, his fingers buried in my hair. He kisses me long and hard and I know my lips are starting to swell, but I don’t give a single shit.
    “Fuck. Me. Millie,” he breathes against my lips. He rests his forehead against mine and