He disappeared from view and she watched his bare feet walk across the room and out the door. How could he pretend they hadn’t woken up together? Well, she’d woken up with him. He’d woken up to her rolling off the bed.
Had he been in boxers the whole night? Her cheeks flushed at the memory of where her thigh had been wedged and damn if her nipples didn’t pucker. She pressed her palms over her breasts. She was cold—that was all.
Rowan pushed at the blankets and untangled herself as she sat up. Or maybe Luke was so used to waking up with a woman in his bed it didn’t even phase him.
Why did that thought depress her so much?
By the time she dressed and finished packing the rest of her things, Luke had started breakfast and had coffee brewing.
He turned her way as she left the bathroom. “You good?”
She nodded, avoiding his gaze. She couldn’t meet his eyes just then, still embarrassed from waking up wrapped around him.
“The eggs are almost done. If you want to take over, I’ll finish getting dressed.”
“Sure.” She took the spatula from his hand and stepped into his spot. He hesitated, then walked around her. She glanced over her shoulder as he walked away, painfully aware of how well his ass filled out his jeans.
They had to get off the mountain immediately.
* * *
As soon asthe door closed, Luke shoved his hand down his pants and adjusted his raging hard-on. He’d gotten it mostly under control when he’d walked outside to turn on the generator, but the damn thing had a mind of its own when it came to Rowan. As soon she’d joined him in the kitchen, it had risen up as if to say, “Here I am! Look at me!”
He’d been awake when Rowan realized she’d been draped all over him and rolled off the bed. The right thing to do would have been to ease out from under her and leave before she woke, except he’d enjoyed having her pressed against him. She’d snuggled into him in her sleep and, if the last few days were anything to go by, he was enough of an asshole to take advantage of the situation.
He hadn’t meant to cop of a feel of her ass, but that had always been their position when they’d been together. Pulling on the shirt she had handed him the night before, he shoved his feet into his boots. They still had to find his car and get down the mountain, which meant he hopefully had a few hours to get her to agree to…what exactly?
That was where his plan ran dry. He wanted a future with Rowan—he could see it—but he didn’t know how to get from where they were now to there. He just wanted to be there without all the in between, because he had no doubt everything in between was going to suck hairy balls.
Back in the kitchen, he ate the last of the eggs while Rowan washed the pan, then bagged the remaining food, refusing to meet his gaze the entire time.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Okay. I’ll shut off the generator and lock up.”
“Okay.”
He watched as she left through the front. Maybe getting into bed with her last night had been a mistake. He’d been so cold when he’d gotten up to pee, he’d decided to check on her to make sure she was okay. She’d been shivering so hard he’d heard her teeth chattering before he’d even cracked the door. His only thought had been to get her warm. But now, her embarrassment from waking up with him might actually be more of a barrier than her anger had been.
She was already in the car when he pulled the door shut and locked the key in the box.
“Do you want me to drive?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I’m good.”
She turned the car toward the road once again. When they reached the tree, she slowed down even more and eased over the sawdust and wood chips. The way ahead was clear and it didn’t look like anything else was going to stop them from leaving.
