Page 46 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

She looks up at me, her eyes wide, and for a moment, neither of us speaks.

“Ben,” she says finally, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just… I wanted to check on you. Make sure you’re alright.”

She gives me a small smile. “I’m as good as I can be, I guess.”

I ease the door close behind me.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d still be awake this late.”

“It’s hard to sleep with everything going on. Plus, the screaming wind.”

I walk over to the window, and lean against the wall looking out. The storm outside is an ugly, dark, swirling mass of rain and wind. “It’s a hell of a night to be out there. I’m glad you came here. You’re safe.”

Mac bites her lip, the same way she always does when she’s deep in thought. “Me too.”

We stand there for a moment, neither of us quite meeting the other’s gaze, the tension between us is thick enough to choke on.

“Listen, Mac, about earlier at the lake…” She tenses at my words. Her fingers wrap tightly around the quilt. “I want to apologize for being so forward with you. I shouldn’t have?—”

“No. It’s alright.” Her faces flushes.

“Well… I’m not normally like that. It’s just with you, it feels different, like my mind can’t think right, and hell, I sound ridiculous right now.” I plop down at the end of the bed, resting my forehead on my hand. “I don’t want you to think I was just trying to get into your pants.”

She tilts her head.

“Ben. You really don’t need to feel bad about anything.”

My eyes lift to catch hers. God. She’s gorgeous. Almost too perfect, and so tempting sitting there within arm’s reach.

“Really. I…” She hesitates, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson. “I mean, it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it.”

A lazy smile curls over my lips.

“You did?”

She nods slowly, then quickly looks down a bit ashamed of the admission.

“No one’s ever done that to me before.”

“Wait—really?”

She smiles shyly at me then looks away, but not before I see the hunger in her eyes.

“Mac, I?—"

“I’d never had time for anyone or intimacy I guess.” The room suddenly feels ten times smaller. “But I want it,” she whispers softly. “You made me realize how badly I want it.”

“Mac…” I groan her name like a prayer. This is wrong. All kinds of wrong.

Her eyes are like pools of dark fire in the light of the lamp, petal soft lips parted slightly. Inviting. Every fiber of my being aches for her, every cell in my body screaming for her touch. "I...I want that too."

I don’t need to be told twice. Leaning forward, I brush my lips against hers softly at first, testing the waters. Her breath hitches as she presses closer, her body melting against mine.

My hands find their way up her delicate frame, the fabric of the t-shirt covering her soft skin.

I moan into her mouth, and she responds in kind, her tongue just as eager to taste me.

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