Okay, this was not how I’d expected to spend my night. In bed with a sexy mountain man and his two dogs? Everything about tonight felt surreal.
“I’m not much of a dog person.”
“Wake me up if they bother you. They’re uncivilized beasts, but they’re generally good-natured. Rachel, meet Nuts and Bolts. I picked them up on the side of the road when they were pups.”
“Thank you again,” I whispered.
“No problem. Sorry about the inconvenience of it all.”
Shelly had called him all bark and no bite, and for a second I’d almost believed it. But there was something in the way he looked at me, like a man whochosewhen to show his teeth.
And something was wrong with me because Iwantedto feel that bite.
I slid under the covers fully clothed, positioning myself as far to the edge as possible without falling off. The mattress dipped under his weight, and I was suddenly, acutely aware of how large he was.
He took upsomuch space.
And he also ran like a furnace.
Heat was radiating from his body, calling to me like a siren song.
I turned my back to him and stared at the wall.
I wasn’t the dating type. Or the one-night stand type either.
My last attempt at dating had been three years ago with a fellow claims adjuster who’d seemed safe and predictable, but who’d turned out to be sleeping with half the office.
Thomas had left a bad taste in my mouth, not that we’d been serious enough to be exclusive. I just hadn’t realized I was sharing the man with my coworkers. That was a little too close for comfort.
Since then, I’d poured everything into my work.
I didn’t need the complication of a good fuck if it came with a man attached.
And I certainly didn’t want the distraction.
But lying here, inches from a man who smelled like cedar and sawdust, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years.
Want.Pure, physical, inconvenientwant.
And the realization hit me somewhere low in my belly.Pussy channels, activated.
I let out a tiny laugh as I settled into place. I hadn’t felt the stirrings of hunger for a man in three years. And here this one was, making me want to climb on top and ride him straight to the rodeo.
I bet he’s wild in bed.
He’d have to be with all those muscles.
The house creaked around us as wind howled against the windows. They must be single-pane and as old as the house. I listened to him breathe, slow and steady, and tried to match my rhythm to his.
Just as I thought I might be able to drift off to sleep I shifted one more time to find a comfy position, and our legs brushed under the blankets.
He jolted away from me. “Holy fuck! Your feet are like icicles.”
“Sorry.” I shifted away, pulling my legs up toward my chest, mourning the loss of his warmth.
Many minutes later, his breathing deepened, slowing into the rhythm of sleep. Then light baby-bear snores rumbled from his side of the bed.
A snoring man had never sounded so cute before.
