“I mean it,” she says, lifting her sweater by the hem and shucking it off over her head. Beneath, all she’s wearing is a thin white tank top. I don’t know what it’s called. One of the ones with the skinny little straps that look like they could fall down at any second.
Her breasts strain against the white fabric, her nipples clearly visible, her curves more perfect than I could have imagined.
My cock hardens inside my jeans.
I want to wrap my mouth around her perfect, round nipples and suck them until she moans. I want to slide my fingers between her thighs and pleasure her until she slicks my hand. I want to taste her—fuck.
I hate people. I’m a lone wolf for a reason, and I sure the hell don’t want a damn mate.
I’ve been suppressing these desires all my life, but right now, it’s all I want.
I don’t want to fight them anymore.
I take a step closer, my hand leaving the doorknob.
Damn it all.
I want to feel the perfect swell of her breasts cupped in my hands. I want to pinch her nipples and make her cry out in pleasure. I need her reactions. I need her.
I’m vaguely aware that somehow she’s gone from an injured hiker to someone who might have hidden intentions, because who nearly freezes to death after falling off an embankment only to seduce their rescuer? But the logical part of my brain isn’t working right now.
I’m not thinking with that head.
I take a step back toward the door, slamming the heavy wooden bar down across it.
Locking us in.
The only way someone could get in now would be to break the whole damn thing down.
When I look back, she’s watching me with an expression I’ve never seen before echoing in her eyes. Need?
“Please,” she whispers, palming her breasts with her hands, tugging slowly at the straps of her tiny, white top. God damn. I love how fucking see-through it is. Did she wear this on purpose? That thought floats through my mind, but it makes no sense.
Who goes out into the woods and nearly dies on a hike with the expectation of seducing a man while they’re at it?
No, that is absurd.
Still, her fingers tease lower, exposing the top of her areolas as she stretches the fabric down to reveal her nipples beyond the tiny straps.
Her curves are perfect.
My cock is so rock hard, it hurts, straining at the inside of my jeans as I struggle to tear my eyes away from her. Her handstrace her sides, eyes locked on mine as I stand transfixed across the room.
“I should repay you for saving me,” she says, her voice seductive yet playful, and I know this is a game. I know she doesn’t really believe she owes me anything.
“You don’t need to do that.” My voice is so low in response, it’s hoarse.
She just smiles. “Oh, I don’tneedto. I want to. It’s not every day a girl gets rescued by a ripped dude in the middle of the mountains and he carries her back to his cabin alone. Be a real shame not to make good use of the opportunity, don’t you think?”
Chapter five
Willing Prey
“You’re crazy.” Even as I say it, I’m already walking closer. I mean, can you blame me?
She laughs. “Possibly. But I also know what I want.”
“You’re seducing me.”
