Page 20 of Sizzling In the Mountains

I smile as I imagine sitting around that fire with this man and a bottle of wine. “I can imagine. You’ll have to invite me some time.”

The way he’s looking at me makes me think we’d be doing a lot more than looking at stars.

“So, let’s take a few shots with the mountains in the background,” I say before things get too heated. “What would you like to wear?”

He pulls off his T-shirt and tosses it onto the chair.

“Or not wear…”

I swallow hard as I stare at all of those big tattooed muscles.

“Should I stand over here?” he asks as he walks over to the spot with the large snow-capped mountain in the distance.

“Yeah,” I say, trying to keep it together. My heart is racing, my stomach is all fluttery, and my cheeks are bright red. Will I ever be able to act normal around this guy?

I start to fidget with my camera to make it seem like I’m not freaking out, but I am. He’s so hot, it’s intimidating.

The fact that we haven’t mentioned the kiss from last night isn’t making it any easier. It’s like there’s a sexually-charged cloud hanging over our heads.

“So, just act natural,” I say as I look at him through the lens. Oh, lordy… He’s the sexiest man alive. He might just become famous after this. I wouldn’t be surprised if he went viral.

“Like that,” I say as I start clicking away. He doesn’t smile, but it’s perfect. He looks better with that intense look. “That’s great.”

“I’m sorry about the eye,” he says, pointing to his black eye. “Can you photoshop it out?”

“I think so,” I say even though there’s no way I’m photoshopping it out. It makes him look so much sexier.

Now that I’m hidden behind the camera, I can gawk at his body all I want. I zoom in on his muscular arm and get a little turned on by his inked-up muscles. The memory of him dominating his fight last night returns to me and I have to make a conscious effort to keep my breathing under control.

The firetruck siren suddenly goes off, blaring downstairs. James goes on full alert and I snap pictures while he grabs his T-shirt and yanks it back on.

“Is there a fire?” I ask as he runs to the edge of the building.

“I don’t know,” he says as he looks over. “Chief! I’ll be down in a second!”

I rush over and look down as the firetruck comes rolling out of the station. Graham is beside it and looking up at us with his full gear on. Man, these guys move fast.

“Don’t bother,” he yells up to James. “It’s just a carbon monoxide detector that went off. Hold down the fort while we check it out.”

We watch as Graham jumps into the truck and it takes off down the street with the sirens blaring.

“Should we stop?” I ask, a little shaken up.

James doesn’t look shaken up in the least. “We can keep going.”

I got enough pictures of him in front of mountains. I’d like to get some with a fire theme.

“Maybe we can get some photos of you holding your hose?”

His eyebrow goes up. I heard it the second I said it.

“You want me to hold my hose?”

“Your firehose,” I say, turning bright red.

“Sure,” he says with a grin. “I can hold any hose you want.”

I roll my eyes at myself as I follow him back downstairs. This time I’m the one following behind, so I can shamelessly stare at him all I want. Too bad he put his damn shirt back on.

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