He just nodded as she shut the door, lingering there for a moment, thinking about her peeling out of her wet clothes. With a huff, he left quickly, deciding to jump back in the cold river to get her hip waders.
Maybe then it would quell this burning lust coursing through him. It was something he’d never experienced before, and as much as he was attracted to Margaid, it was not a welcome feeling at all.
She was off-limits.
There was no way he was going to fall for an out of townie. He didn’t want to be hurt again or used.
There was no way he was going to fall for anyone.
Ever.
Period.
Chapter
Three
Oh my God. He smells so good.
Margaid drank in the deep, warm, woodsy scent that permeated Finn’s clothes and then realized she was standing there in his tiny houseboat bathroom, buck naked and sniffing the clothing he gave her.
What is happening to me?
And the only logical solution she could come up with was she must have hypothermia and was suddenly delusional. She was used to falling in the water, and she’d had a mild case of hypothermia, so she knew what to do. She decided to have a quick hot shower, which would help warm her up. Which it did, but as the hot water ran down her body, all she could think about was Finn standing in here washing himself.
Oh my gosh, I need to stop this weird fantasizing.
Finn was off-limits. She finished her shower and grabbed the towel he’d given her and rubbed vigorously before pulling on the clothing, which was baggy and much too big, but it instantly warmed her. However, no matter how tight she pulled the drawstring on the pants, they wouldn’t stay up on their own without her holding them. He may have a narrow waist, but he was definitely thicker below the belt than she was.
Clutching tight to the waistband of the ridiculous baggy pants, she left the bathroom in search of Finn or the location of his dryer so she could throw her wet clothes in there. As she waddled through the narrow hallway from the head, she heard a thud and saw through a crack in the door a brown-and-white muscular bare back, which then led down to narrow hips, ones she’d just been thinking about, to a very juicy backside and thick legs.
He turned slightly and she got a glimpse of his thick cock, and the little curls of heat in her belly turned into an inferno. He may have a lot of attributes similar to a horse, but definitely no tail.
The blush heated her cheeks and she knew that she shouldn’t be peeping on him, but she couldn’t help it. She looked away and he turned, his ass fully bared. It was mesmerizing and all she wanted to do was grab a hold of that juicy double as it pumped into her.
Great. I’m think quoting Sir Mix-A-Lot.
Just thinking about gripping his muscular backside made her wet with need, her body thrumming with lust. It was not like her at all.
Margaid scurried away before Finn caught her ogling him. She headed out into the small living area. It was homey, she hadn’t noticed it before. There was built-in plaid couch, strewn with pillows. A table that was piled high with books. In the large window behind the couch were numerous ferns and other plants.
Behind her was a small galley, surprisingly tidy for a bachelor. Although, she didn’t know if he actually was one, but given how this appeared to be his home and no one else was on the boat, she was making assumptions.
On the wall there a few pictures. Mostly of fish, but she was immediately drawn to one photo of a young woman. She hadwhite-blonde hair, pale-pink lips, and large violet eyes. It kind of reminded her of the character fromThe Last Unicorn, but real and not a cartoon. The photo was the most stunningly beautiful person Margaid had ever seen. So much so, she reached out to touch it, like she was entranced.
“She’s my sister,” came a gruff voice.
Margaid startled and the big baggy pants hit the floor. Finn’s gaze roved over her bare legs, and she was just glad that his shirt was big enough that it covered her own naked butt, because her undies were soaking wet on the floor of his shower.
“Sorry…” She reached down and hiked the pants back up. “Um, where’s your dryer?”
“I collected your clothes and shoved them in there. I put the stuff from your pockets on the bathroom counter.”
“Thanks.”
An awkward silence fell between them. She hated these silences that fell between people. She was a bit empathetic and tried to please people. Sort of a coping mechanism when growing up with all the moving around she did.
Not that she let anyone walk all over her anymore. She was friendly, but sometimes that old part came rushing back in tension-filled situations like this.
