Page 11 of Stubborn Mountain Man

Not me. I didn’t add that part, though. Not that Kane would be a gym rat or anything. The guy clearly built his muscles the natural way. But he might not like the fact that I didn’t invest hours into building muscle and toning.

That was obviously my own insecurities though, because his gaze made it clear he liked what he saw. So much so that he was reaching for the fastening of his pants.

I gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Getting undressed,” he said. “You want pictures, right?”

“Oh yeah, right.”

Was this foreplay, or did he really have no interest whatsoever in going beyond this? I hoped it wasn’t the latter.

“You wear boxers?” I asked as he lowered his jeans.

He had to stop to take off his shoes, and the crotch area of his shorts gaped a little. I couldn’t see anything, but the sight sent heat flooding straight to the area between my legs.

“Depends on what I’m doing,” he said. “But lately, I’ve been wearing them more and more. They’re just comfortable, you know?”

No, I didn’t know, but I nodded. He wasn’t looking at me, anyway. His focus was on getting his jeans off while still balancing himself on the rock.

We weren’t in danger of falling—there was plenty of room. But it felt a little weird to move around with the drop-off being so close.

“Take a picture,” he said, scooting around on the rock until he was facing me.

The view behind him was breathtaking. Not nearly as breathtaking as the view of him, though. It matched how I felt every time I looked at him.

I grabbed my phone, which I’d set on the rock next to me, and snapped some pictures. If this didn’t work out, I’d probably spend the rest of my life avoiding looking at these shots. It would hurt too much to remember the guy I’d wanted that I couldn’t hold on to.

“My shirt?” he asked as I scrolled through the images.

I looked up to find him holding his T-shirt toward me. He’d mentioned me wearing it. Andonlyit.

“Should I take my bra off first?” I asked, eyeing the shirt. “It’s so big, I doubt they’ll be able to tell.”

I wasn’t a tiny woman, but this guy was huge. His shirt would engulf me.

“My vote is for the bra to come off,” he said. “If, that is, you’re comfortable with it.”

I shouldn’t have been comfortable with it. In fact, it should have gone against everything I’d stood for my entire life. But suddenly, all I wanted was to be naked in front of this guy. To amp up the heat in his eyes and make him want to touch me. Make him unable to resist touching me.

It was this new side of me that reached behind me and unclasped my bra. A bold, confident side of me that he was bringing out. And I knew, no matter what happened this weekend, I’d never be the same.

6

KANE

In front of me were the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen.

That was all I could think as I stared, speechless, at the topless woman seated on the rock with me. I’d known her breasts would be large, but I hadn’t expected them to be so…perfect. Plump and perky and tipped with rose-colored nipples. Her nipples were hard, and I liked to believe it was because of me.

“I guess I should put the shirt on now,” she said, reaching out for it.

I didn’t move. “No. Just…a second.”

She blinked in surprise. Yeah, she hadn’t expected that response. She probably hadn’t expected to take off her top, only to be gawked at by a speechless perv.

She should have expected that, though. It was becoming clear that she had no idea what she did to me.

“Gillian…” I began.

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