So intense.
I nearly panted, afraid drool might slip down the side of my face if I wasn’t careful.
When I realized both Whitney and him were looking at me as if they were waiting for something, I blurted, “Sorry, I’m Lily.”
“Nice to meet you, ladies. I’m Ryker. Let’s get you hooked up and back to your day. You can wait in my truck.” He waved a hand toward the passenger door before shooting me a wink.
Did the insanely hot mountain man just wink at me?
Alert! Alert!
A sweat broke out across my forehead. Did it suddenly get hot outside or was it just me?
“Thanks, Ryker!” Whitney slipped her arm through mine and dragged me toward the truck. “Oh, my god, Lil, did you see he winked at you? Fuck he’s hot.”
I laughed and shook my head. “He’s just being nice.”
“No way is he just being nice. He didn’t wink at me.”
“Okay, okay, whatever, it means nothing.”
When we reached the truck’s door, Whitney motioned me in first. “You sit in the middle. He’s wants you.”
I rolled my eyes as I lifted myself into the truck and scooted over the seat. “You’re being ridiculous.”
But as much as I told myself it was nothing, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t.
It nagged at me like a pebble in my shoe.
“That man looked at you like he could eat you. For breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” Whitney closed the truck door and trapped us in with Ryker’s scent.
Grease mixed with a hint of sandalwood and sweat. I’d bottle it up if I could.
It was addicting.
“If I were you, I’d let him.” Whitney elbowed me in the side playfully and heat rushed through me, my cheeks growing hot.
“He doesn’t want me. That’s crazy. We don’t even know each other.”
“So?”
I laughed just as Tyler opened the driver’s side door and popped his head in. “Doing okay ladies?”
A beat of silence fell between us until Whitney quickly jumped in. “We’re good.”
When he closed the door, Whitney giggled and poked me. “Are you afraid to speak to the man?”
My cheeks were so hot they felt as if they were on fire. “Sorry, my mind goes mush around him.”
Whitney broke out into hysterical laughter. “I knew it! You’ve got it bad!”
“Okay, okay, shhh! He’s hot. What can I say?”
“That and he looks at you so intently my damn panties would melt straight off.”
“Whitney!”
“Oh, my sweet, innocent Lil. There’s nothing wrong with being a sexual creature. We all are.”
