As we discovered each other’s bodies, we whispered quietly in order to avoid waking up any of the other Summit House guests.
I told her all about the SAR mission and the poor hiker we’d saved. He was a tech guru from Silicon Valley, and he’d promised to send a thank-you gift my way once he got home.
She told me she’d always had a thing for the savior types, and evidently she put me in that category, too. Right up there alongside firemen and EMT guys. Not that she’d ever had one of them before.
As the night crawled slowly towards dawn, I learned all kinds of things about her. Every boyfriend she’d ever had, which was a short list. The time she got lost walking on the beach with her best friend, proving that I wouldneverlet her hike these mountains without a skilled trail guide. I even learned that she’d worn a polka-dot bra to work one day without realizing each one of those dots showed through her shirt.
And she managed to pull all kinds of details out of me. Somehow I even told her about the time when I was a little boy, when Ryan and I came face to face with a nest of prairie rattlesnakes. Ryan pissed his pants that day, and I never told a soul.
After all our secrets had been uncovered and the first lightening of the night sky had started outside our window, I huskily asked, “Can I stay the night? I want to feel you in my arms all night long.”
She tilted her head back to look at me, and in the dim light filtering through the curtains, I could see her smile. “I’d love that, but I think the night’s over. You might need to spend the day with me instead.”
I pulled her closer, pressing every inch of her body against mine. My cock was rock hard, trapped between us, throbbing with need. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my thigh, and how wet she was already.
A growl rumbled up from my chest before I could stop it.
“You have no idea how hard it is not to fuck you right now.”
She laughed. “I know. I’m barely holding on here.” Amelia gave me one small teasing pulse, then snuggled into my arms, preparing for sleep.
Chapter 10
Amelia
Early afternoon light filtered through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns across the quilt. I blinked awake slowly, my body warm and heavy with the kind of deep rest I hadn’t experienced in years.
Then I registered the solid weight of Grayson’s arm draped across my waist, and everything from the night before came rushing back.
The hot springs. The interrupted sex. The late-night phone call. Then the magic of falling asleep in his arms while we whispered secrets to each other in the dark.
I was tangled in this man’s arms, and when I turned my head, I found him already awake, watching me with those dark brown eyes that seemed to hold mysteries.
His hair was mussed from sleep, his beard slightly flattened on one side, and he looked absolutely devastatingly handsome.
“Morning,” he rumbled.
Before I could respond, he dragged his calloused palms down my sides, over the curve of my hips, then back up to cup my breasts.
I gasped at his unexpected touch.
Grayson was unhurried and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of me. Heat bloomed everywhere his fingers traveled, and my body woke up fast, responding to him with an eagerness that almost overwhelmed me.
His thumb brushed across my nipple and I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“I’ve been waiting hours to do this,” he growled against my throat. “Do you know how hard it’s been, watching you sleep, wanting to touch you, trying to be a gentleman?”
“I don’t want a gentleman.”
He let out a rough laugh, and the sound vibrated into me.
Grayson’s lips found a sensitive spot below my ear, and I felt myself melting into the mattress, ready to let him do whatever he wanted.
It wasfinallytime.
But then he pulled back unexpectedly.
“Get dressed.”
