Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
He chops one final piece of wood then pauses to look up, interrupting my fantasy of having my wicked way with him. His stony gaze connects with mine and the corner of his mouth pulls. But I can’t tell whether it’s a smile or a grimace on his full lips.
That’s when I look down and realize I’m just in my pretty bra and panties. Quickly, I release the curtains and press a hand to my chest. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Having fantasies about a guy I only met yesterday.
Since I clearly can’t trust myself around this man, I open his closet and hope he won’t mind if I borrow a shirt. I reach for a white cotton one with a V-neck and I’m pleased that it fits me. If you ignore the fact that it’s a little tight around my tits. But it does flare down to my hips, giving me some coverage.
I don’t bother with pants. It would feel too intimate to wear his and besides, he’s much taller than my mere five feet.
Squaring my shoulders, I leave the room and start to explore the cabin.
There’s not much to see. Other than the bedroom and bathroom, there’s a living room and a kitchen. The kitchen is spacious and equipped with all the modern conveniences I wouldn’t expect to find in a place like this. There’s even a beautiful island right in the middle complete with a granite countertop.
The one thing that doesn’t make sense is the table with the single chair pushed up in the corner. Seeing it makes me sad for my mountain man. Doesn’t he have anyone to share meals with, to tell stories to at the end of a long day, to laugh with?
I may not have much, but I have my grandfather. We eat dinner together a few nights a week. Plus, I have some good girlfriends that I can call up when I’m having a bad day and need someone to eat comfort food with.
Reaching for my phone, I check to see if I have service yet. But the towers are still down. I wish I knew how long I’ll be without service. I told my best friend, Iris, that I was leaving but I didn’t give her any details. She’s probably worried at this point.
To distract myself from fretting, I drag the lone chair to the kitchen cabinets and use it as a stepladder. The black granite counter is sturdy and when I’m certain it’ll hold my weight, I step onto it.
“This is why giants should not be allowed to build cabinets,” I mutter as I search for the ingredients to make something yummy. The weather today calls for my special chocolate chip cookies, provided my rugged host has the essentials.
“Giants build cabinets to discourage naughty pixies,” a husky voice says.
I didn’t even hear Crew come back into the cabin. But at the sound of the mountain man’s deep timbre, my nipples tighten and the area between my thighs starts to tingle. What is it about this man? How can he possibly have this effect on me?
I glance over my shoulder, disappointed to see he’s wearing a gray t-shirt now. “Do you think I’m naughty?” I think I’m flirting with him. I think I like flirting with him.
His brown gaze grows even more heated. “I suspect you want to be naughty.”
But the magical spell between us is broken when I move to search another cabinet and my foot slips on the countertop. My arms windmill and I close my eyes, bracing myself for the fall that’s about to come.
5
MAGGIE
The impact never happens. Instead, my sexy mountain man is wrapping his arms around me. When I open my eyes, he pulls me closer, nestling me against his hard body. His gaze drops to my lips, and I lick mine, anticipating his next move.
Instead of kissing me like I’d hoped, he frowns. “Careful there, pixie.” He lowers me to my feet but keeps an arm around my waist as if he knows my legs are shaky not from the adrenaline of the almost-fall but from the almost-kiss.
I brush my bangs from my eyes. “I was trying to gather the ingredients for cookies. Snow days require them.”
The corner of his mouth tips up, almost like he wants to smile but he doesn’t. Instead, he moves toward the open cabinet. “Tell me what you need.”
You and me in front of the fireplace with no clothes between us. I shake my head, trying to clear the strange thought. It’s not that I haven’t ever wanted to have sex. It’s just that I’ve never wanted a man like this before, not with a burning need that’s settled between my thighs and is making me ache.
Finally, he arches an eyebrow and I realize I’ve been fantasizing about his huge, strong body.