Without putting her down, I throw two logs on the fire.Then I sling her around and into my arms.She clasps her hands behind my neck, and I look down at her face upturned face.
And the world stops.
Oh, holy fuck.
Steadfast.Loyal.Funny and sweet.Her golden eyes shine.Her adorable smile widens.And there’s no longer any question in my mind.
Phoebe’s in love with me.It’s not the misguided crush from a woman who doesn’t know what she’s asking for.
This woman—this fully grown, sensual, kindhearted woman—is in love withme,the persnickety bastard who tried his best to warn her away.
I never,everthought I’d be this guy, but here I am, about to admit it to myself—if she loves me, I’m okay with it.
No.It’s more than that.If Phoebe Travis knows who I am and loves me anyway, then bring it on.
I drop my lips to hers once more and turn, laying her gently on the old rickety couch.Yes, I’d rather have the king-sized sexual playground of my bed.But that’s not an option.So we’ll make do with what we have at this moment.
Each other.
And here’s the hell of it: I’ve never once considered bringing a woman into my bed, into my home, onto Yosemite Ranch.The thought has never even crossed my damn mind.
Until tonight.
Until Phoebe.
CHAPTER 41
Phoebe
Evander, sweet, sexy Evander, is delivering me to the couch.As I look into his eyes, I realize it doesn’t matter where we are.It doesn’t matter that it’s cold in here, or that we’re far from the warm flannel sheets and jacuzzi tub of our imagination.
He’s here.He’s real, and he’s with me.And that’s enough.
He’s pulling off his thermal underwear shirt, leaving his bare chest and abdomen visible to my gaze.It’s okay if I stare.We’re past any niceties at this point.Whatever’s happening between us is right out in the open for both of us to acknowledge.To admit.
We want one another.There’s no future considerations or logistics to worry about.It’s just this moment, the two of us, stuck in a blizzard and open to the pleasure and comfort we can provide.
I’m okay with that, even if it’s temporary.
So, I push myself up to a sitting position and swing my legs in front of me.I reach up to trace my finger down the center of his spectacular chest, cut with hard muscle, covered in a sprinkle of black hair and sparkling with a light sheen of sweat.
My eyes and body are greedy for his intense beauty, and I don’t care that no man will ever come close to him.And I don’t ask permission when I slip my hands into the waistband of his thermal underwear bottoms and pull them down.Past his thighs, down his legs, and off his feet.
Oh.
Boy.
My hands go to his narrow hips and slip around to the rock-hard muscles of his man ass.I slide my palms down his powerful thighs and back up again, across his cut and rippling abdomen, up to his chest.
I’m breathing too fast.My thoughts race and my heart pounds.Evander is too much of everything—too fierce, too chiseled, too much man.Extraordinary in nearly every way a man can be measured.Intellect.Determination.Physical and mental strength.
And this.
Evander possesses the most impressive cock I’ve ever seen.Anywhere and on anyone.And right now, it’s right at eye level and I’m about to reach out to cradle it in my hands.
So hard and so long.Heavy in my palm.Too thick for the fingers of one hand to encircle.
I wrap my hands around his girth.Slowly, I use my hands on him, feeling him grow with my touch, harden and lengthen with the friction of my hands.
