And because the way that man is looking at me right now makes me feel like the most beautiful, desired woman on this entire mountain.
He resumes chopping, and I lower myself onto the chair.
He grabs another piece of wood.
I run my fingers down my body, stopping at my breasts.J.T.’s eyes narrow as I pluck and twist my nipples.
He licks his lips and mine part.
He takes off his shirt and belt, unbuttons his jeans, and reaches inside, giving his cock a squeeze.
God, he’s so sexy.
I lean back and open my legs, draping them over the sides so he can see—well, everything.
I pause with one hand on my belly, the other inching up my thigh, and I nod.
He blinks, then grabs the axe and another piece of wood.
He swings.
My fingers glide across my sex.
Sensations rush through my veins like wildfire.God, I feel so full of lust.Needy.Aching.Desperate for him.
J.T.drops another log onto the block and sets it steady with one boot.
Then he lifts the axe again.
The movement is slow and powerful, deliberate in a way that makes my breath catch.The muscles across his chest and stomach tighten and shift beneath his open shirt, every line of him carved by years of hard work.
His arms flex as he raises the handle high above his head, the tendons in his forearms standing out as he grips the wood.
The axe comes down with a sharp crack.
The log splits clean in two.
My gaze drags helplessly over him.Sweat beads along his brow and slides down the side of his face, catching in the silver at his temples.His skin is tanned and warm from the sun, now glistening with exertion as the evening light washes over him.
He looks wild out there.
Strong.
Primal.
Like some ancient mountain god who stepped out of the forest just to torment me.
He grabs more wood.
I push one finger inside my sex.
Another chop.
My other hand finds my clit.
Swing.
Push.
